B.O.B - Best Friend feat. Iggy Azalea & Mac Miller lyrics
rate meA bitch and her best friend
Go to the club, party every weekend
Get in for free cause she know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
Bitches wassup?
Poppin, poppin, poppin, tags, always with a shoppin bag
She go to clock Atlanta but she always hop in class
All star weekend, she be where the lobby is
Looking for that snap stick, all she need is hockey pass
She just be scrambling, looking a dead beat clean
Tossing that box like shipping and handling
She be going yea, she be doing anything
Natural, stage jumping off, she a trampoline
Straight straight boinking this bitch
(A bitch and her best friend, A bitch and her best friend)
I bout my head, flip coin in this bitch
(A bitch and her best friend, A bitch and her best friend)
She brought her overnight bag and his fendy
(A bitch and her best friend, A bitch and her best friend)
She wanted Benihanas but she settled for some Dimmie Ginnie
A bitch and her best friend
Go to the club, party every weekend
Get in for free cause she know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
A freak yea yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She a freak yea
Red bottom ass heels on, head laid, it’s fly shit
Twerk something I’m rich stupid, don’t touch nothing that’s my shit
Now that’s cute, same outfit
Different color, same swag
She jumping up when she leave the club
Body spray in her Gucci bag
Ho going asshole
You and your main bitch front row
Hoes lined up outside, wanna shake that ass on my show
Let me tell you something you don’t know
My neck and wrist trap gold
My ass fitted in Levy, I swag so rodeo
It’s bitches in the building and it’s bitches on the couch
She tidy up her best friend, before she leave that house
She got her best friend, it’s a freak bitch
A freaky, tickets to my concerts on her wishlist
A bitch and her best friend
Go to the club, party every weekend
Get in for free cause she know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
A freak yea yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She a freak yea
She don’t sleep, she smoke trees
No boyfriend, got cold feet
Low key, she’s so sweet
Just lonely but so freaky
Acting wild like ho please
Fly around, I go deep
She don’t creep, I fuck hoes
She cool with that, she love those
It’s funk so her gusto
If not so she one of those
Til it’s come close, gotta love Jones
Watch all of your clothes, I wanna know
Her ass shoes, her back screwed up
With a bunch of bad tattoos
Need to make an exception but she usually fuck black dudes
My cash is all in her mouth
In the club, more than her house
Come through, she might the loto
Go animal like in and out
Threesome, I need some
My hose is European, Norwegian, Puerto Rican, even some vegan
A bitch and her best friend
Go to the club, party every weekend
Get in for free cause she know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
A freak yea yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She know she a freak yea
She a freak yea
She a freak yea
A bitch and her best friend.
