Stefflon Don - Best Friend (Remix) lyrics

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Stefflon Don - Best Friend (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Doja Cat & Saweetie] That's my best friend, she a real bad b*tch Got her own money, she don't need no nig' On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in That's my best friend, she a real bad b*tch Drive her own car, she don't need no Lyft In the strip club (Oh yeah), know my girl gon' tip Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in [Verse 1: Stefflon Don] You know I'm always killin' the show In the streets I'm a lady, in the bed I'm a hoe Ain't a stripper but I really put it down on the pole Plus I get dizzy in the kitchen, flick my wrist on the stove That's my best friend Touch her and you're gonna need your friend them/there Bredrin, murda your body like a I wrote that (Huh) Cold cut, ain't got no respect for a hoe (Huh) Lotion, your man wanna drink me like a potion (Bet) Oh sh*t, make a b*tch claw quick Lick the lolly, poppy, su*ky, su*ky, no kiss Pull up on me like a cat and you gon' get that diss In the box, Roddy Ricch, better get in and swim All these ni**as wanna fu*k on me (Yeah) I get paid to sit pretty, plus my wrist icy (Yeah) Then your man flew me out 'cause he want a bad bih (Uh, yeah) Ass fat, gotta jump, just get into my jeans (Woo) Hot stepper, we hotter than pepper [?], this a bubble like cheddar Sixteen shot with the Glock, no pressure Just spin, if you think you're bad then try to/and touch my best friend [Chorus: Doja Cat & Saweetie] That's my best friend, she a real bad b*tch Got her own money, she don't need no nig' On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in That's my best friend, she a real bad b*tch Drive her own car, she don't need no Lyft In the strip club (Oh yeah), know my girl gon' tip Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in [Verse 2: Saweetie] Beep beep, is that my bestie in a Tessie? Fresh blow out, skin on ten, ooh, she ready b*tch, you look goodt, with a T at the end I'ma hype her every time, that my motherfu*kin' friend She been down since the jellies and the bobos Now we steppin' out the Jeep in Manolo's When we pull up to the scene, they be filled with jealousy If a b*tch get finicky, she gon' bring that energy (Pop-pop-pop) I hit her phone with the tea, like, "b*tch, guess what? All the rich-ass boys wanna fu*k on us!" All this ass sittin' up, you could look, don't touch In our bag, bust some bands every time we link up [Chorus: Doja Cat & Saweetie] That's my best friend, she a real bad b*tch Got her own money, she don't need no nig' On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in That's my best friend, she a real bad b*tch Drive her own car, she don't need no Lyft In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in [Outro: Saweetie] Hah, best friend, you the baddest and you know it (You know) Uh-oh, girl I think our booty growin' (Ayy, yeah) fu*k it up in the mirror, hit them poses (Pose) Best friend, damn, you motherfu*kin' glowin' (Woa-oh) Best friend, damn, your wrist look like it's frozen Uh-oh, girl I think our booty growin' (Uh-oh) fu*k it up in the mirror, hit them poses (Hit the pose) Best friend, you my motherfu*kin' soulmate