Wati Heru - BLESSFREN lyrics

[Hook] That my best ting, my blessed ting, my best friend Big old booty, b**h flexing, she flexing Ain't no ho, that's my homie, don't question And that's my best ting, my blessed ting, my best friend n***a, I just hit O. T. and everything is still on me Bad b**h rolling with me, she be busting 86 Hundred thousand dollars in my A. P. C. jeans Hundred thousand dollars in my A. P. C. jeans [Verse 1] I'm in a cougar Trying these Xannies I dive in a scuba We die to Bermuda Crashed out in the past woke up in the future You f**ing with losers I made her a winner I f**ed a real winner We f**ed in the Uber Yeah we f**ed in the Uber "Spit it up, hit it up, lit it up flick it and pick" I am so sick of these n***as Look at this b**h on my dick Talk about "Flick of the wrist"? She just like six with my picks I hit the bricks with the spics I'm catching licks with the sticks She licking the stick Yeah she licking the stick Had some sniff and some lick of the sip And she stick to the script [Bridge] When midnight calls, it goes down When midnight calls, it goes down Rolling 'round this cold town Rolling 'round this cold town Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling with my best friend When midnight calls, it goes down Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling with my best friend When midnight calls, it goes down [Verse 2] These b**hes be f**ing, these n***as is thirsty You friendzoned because you befriend them If I call her, she coming then get here early I get her right out of the denim We netflix and chilling, them juices is spilling The expert in s** is appealing She losing her feeling, she f** with the villain We spin like a fan in the ceiling That ain't my ho, that's just my homie This b**h who I'm dealing We smoking this dope, she losing her soul I'm making a k**ing She calling me bro, but he don't know I'm swimming, I'm swimming Clouds of my vodka, we run through these b**hes My grandmama be saying we sinning [Hook] That my best ting, my bless ting, my best friend Big old booty, b**h flexing, she flexing Ain't no ho, that's my homie, don't question And that's my best ting, my bless ting, my best friend n***a, I just hit O. T. and everything is still on me Bad b**h rolling with me, she be busting 86 Hundred thousand dollars in my A. P. C. jeans Hundred thousand dollars in my A. P. C. jeans