LP Rambo, DD Caine, RabbinTBY - Sheet Friends lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Hoes gon' be hoes so I let 'em be them
O's on top of O's,  on foenem
We gon' see them (ayy, ayy)
(Get out of here)
On the bros, wouldn't wanna be them
(Get out of there) yea yea yea yeah
(Ayy, bitch, get out of there)
Yea yea yea yeah
(Gang! Gang gang gang gang gang)
Hoes gon’ be hoes so I let ‘em be them
O's on top of O's, on foenem
We gon’ see them niggas dissing on the bros
Wouldn’t want to be them
Said he smoking on my foes
We send him to meet them
Talking to that pillow
We pop where you sleep then
I tote a Smith, no Willow
You keep playing: The End
She sent me a "XO", I feel like The Weeknd


No, bitch, we don’t go out
We just sheet friends

Nah really, you don’t wanna feel me
When my sentiments hit ceiling, you gon’
Wish you ain’t come near me
I done seen it all before
You think you like attachment ‘til I
Leave your brain in fragments
Have you scattered tryna figure out
My patterns as a chore
I hold you close and then I
Want you away from me
Make you think you with safe with me
‘til you wanna be saved from me
Kisses all over your body
Paragraphs for you in the morning
To see if you love me back
Polygraphing you every moment
Type to assume you cheating if
You not texting back
Probably got a ex you still hung
Up on in your chats
And I won’t even question you
Won’t spend the time to lecture you
I’ll text someone telling my affection
Is up for grabs i could show remorse
But wouldn’t count on you seeing it
My side will pick a fight with
You then I’ll intervene in it
I ain’t wanna fuck her
And truthfully I don’t love her
Just felt that you had another
My Borderline makes me suffer
I can’t live in the moment when
I’m still bugged at my past
No matter how good you treat me
You’ll be compared to my last
Cause I seen it don’t matter how
Long you spent playing Jenga
One thing to poke at and all this
Shit can fall down in a flash
OxyContin got me floating through my problems
Don’t wanna put my burden on you
You can’t solve em
I'm hyper-sensitive, you tell me I’m wrong
I’ll think you attacked me
I been eternally falling
So you can’t catch me

Hoes gon’ be hoes so I let ‘em be them
O's on top of O's, on foenem
We gon’ see them niggas dissing on the bros
Wouldn’t want to be them
Said he smoking on my foes
We send him to meet them
Talking to that pillow
We pop where you sleep then
I tote a Smith, no Willow
You keep playing: The End
(yeah, DD, yea yea yea yeah, 6ix, Rabby)
She sent me a "XO", I feel like The Weeknd
(Yea yea yea yeah)
No, bitch, we don’t go out
We just sheet friends (Woo)

Greetings, don't got time
I came up from the deep end
Courage built up, yeah
I'm starting to ascend
Keep my business private
I ain't talking penguins
I have no remorse, baby just look at you
What you crying for? It's getting pitiful
But I ain't got the time
Wondering what happened that made my
Heart cold as ice
I said she wonders how I feel
Wonders if I'm playing games or
What I say is real girl got sex appeal
Told her come right over
Give her something she can feel
I know how I move, love you, the next day
Despise you vegeta, my flash game be final
My dick game gon' fuck up her cycle
Lil' mama bad bro
She keep on running from it
She on her tip-toes
Her friends want it, woah
Told 'em they gotta go
When they took off their clothes
I let them hoes be hoes

Hoes gon’ be hoes so I let ‘em be them
O's on top of O's, on foenem
We gon’ see them niggas dissing on the bros
Wouldn’t want to be them
Said he smoking on my foes
We send him to meet them
Talking to that pillow
We pop where you sleep then
I tote a Smith, no Willow
You keep playing: The End
She sent me a "XO", I feel like The Weeknd
No, bitch, we don’t go out
We just sheet friends

We don't go out, we just sheet friends
We don't go out, we just sheet friends
Yeah, Rabby