She Lyrics

She - Kota the Friend

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She had a trench coat

Some mad threes with a hot cup of tea

And a faded magazine

With some light blue jeans, real a crown like a queen

And a Mac Air but it ain't the one she had last year

Wednesday one o'clock, she don't really got a job

She do her own thing, she ride her own wave

Only twenty people on the 'Gram that she followin'

Only post work, she ain't tryna be a model chick

Same three friends be the one she poppin' bottles with

Got trust issues so she keep a lot bottled in

She don't do religion, not a Catholic or Protestant

We believe in white wine, feet up on the ottoman

Gotta little purse that she only keep the ganja in

Low-key, got her own business and she mindin' it

Ex niggas always in her phone, she like, "Not again"

If she get your number you be lucky if she lock it in

She from the hood but she ain't hood

She hella grounded but the plane trips and BnB stay booked

Told me I should read the Four Agreements, it's a great book

Cracked a little smile and she threw me back the same look, yeah