Lil Baby – Close Friends Lyrics

Close Friends

Lil Baby

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"Close Friends." - Lil Baby

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 04:32 am

Album: Drip Harder

Track No: 11

Oh, this one right here, Wicked?
Okay
Yeah, yeah (Run that back, Turbo)
We started off as close friends
Somehow, you turned into my girlfriend
We used to tell each other everything
I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings
Everything was so cool
Lately, baby been actin' so rude
I don't know what somebody told you
But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you
I know you remember how I would hold you
Still remember how I approached you
I think I loved you 'fore I knew you
Know we be fuckin' 'fore I screwed you
Made a promise I won't use you
Play my cards right, I won't lose you
Got 'em tuned in like I'm YouTube
Got some on me like it's voodoo
I'll go nuts for you, go cuckoo
Lose my cool and all
And I know that shit was wrong
I shouldn't have did what I did
Just wipe your eyes and stop this cryin'
I told the truth that I been lyin'
I gave you racks, I tried to buy in
I even did the unthinkable
And I'm sorry for what I did to you
Take me back, if I was you
When I did what I did
I probably would, I probably wouldn't
Take you back, if I was you
When I did what I did
I probably would, I probably wouldn't
Just wipe your eyes and stop this cryin'
I told the truth that I been lyin'
I gave you racks, I tried to buy in
I even did the unthinkable
And I'm sorry for what I did to you
We started off as close friends
Somehow, you turned into my girlfriend
We used to tell each other everything
I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings
Everything was so cool
Lately, baby been actin' so rude
I don't know what somebody told you
But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you
Keep our business to ourselves
The internet ain't doin' no help
I know I shouldn't have never left
But everything I did for us
And also, I'm speakin' on my kids
Thinkin' 'bout the shit I did
Like, "How the hell did I get myself involved in this bullshit?"
Married to the game, I can't make you my fiancée
Bad young boss bitch, treat her like Beyoncé
But damn what them broads say, I fucked 'em on the first date
And that's why you trippin' anyway
Like when I fuck 'em, I don't pay
Even if we never speak again
I'll make sure you're ridin' in the latest Benz
Keep your business all apart if you can stay outta mine
Bought a brand new Audemars, but I done ran out of time
We started off as close friends
Somehow, you turned into my girlfriend
We used to tell each other everything
I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings
Everything was so cool
Lately, baby been actin' so rude
I don't know what somebody told you
But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones & Chandler Durham.

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