Kodak Black - Bestie lyrics

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Kodak Black - Bestie lyrics

[Intro] D.A. got that dope! [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] Go b**h, go b**h, go bestie Can't f** with these hoes 'cause they messy Go b**h, go b**h, go bestie Can't f** with these hoes 'cause they messy Go bestie, that my muhf**in' best friend Go bestie, that my muhf**in' best friend Go bestie, that my muhf**in' best friend That my what? That my muhf**in' best friend [Verse 1: Kodak Black] Ayy, shorty, she gon' ride, she gon' die for me Yeah, I know all my n***as, they gon' slide for me I be goin' up when you goin' down on me When I come through, I got the four pound on me Every time I'm on the scene, I be toolied up When you comin' through our city, put your j**elry up In a dually truck, Doo-Doo got his toolie tucked I love my baby, you can't talk to her, she rude as f** Go Kodak, go Kodak, get money I don't f** with rap n***as, they funny Go Kodak, go Kodak, get money I don't f** with rap n***as, they funny [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] Go b**h, go b**h, go bestie (Go bestie) Can't f** with these hoes 'cause they messy Go b**h, go b**h, go bestie (Go B) Can't f** with these hoes 'cause they messy Go bestie, that my muhf**in' best friend Go bestie, that my muhf**in' best friend Go bestie, that my muhf**in' best friend That my what? That my muhf**in' best friend [Verse 2: Bhad Bhabie] Go best friend, that's my best friend That's my main b**h, that's my f**in' best friend (Best friend) If you got a problem then we got a problem If she got a problem then you got a problem (b**h) She gon' twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk that a** Like it's her f**in' birthday, b**h twerk that a** (Twerk that a**) That's my best friend, that's my f**ing bestie Can't f** with you hoes 'cause you messy Pull up to the party, I got everybody lit I could brag about my best friends, everybody rich (We rich) Double dutching with the money, I be playin' with the bands Birkin bag, Fashion Nova, Cartier on the lens Every time we pull up, b**hes pissed off (Pissed off) Make the whole club jump like Kris Kross (Kris Kross) I'm a bad b**h, poppin' like lip gloss (Lip gloss) We be blowin' money fast like Rick Ross (Rick Ross) [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] Go b**h, go b**h, go bestie (Go b**h) Can't f** with these hoes 'cause they messy ('Cause they messy) Go b**h, go b**h, go bestie (Go b**h) Can't f** with these hoes 'cause they messy Go bestie, that my muhf**in' best friend (Go, go, go, go, go, go) Go bestie, that my muhf**in' best friend Go bestie, that my muhf**in' best friend (Go b**h) Go bestie That my what? That my muhf**in' best friend (Go b**h)