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Two girls freezin', legs out breezin' On the streets of London town in the evening Hit a sweet vibe, we don't need a reason Get up on the table, believe I'm screaming Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up See that girl over there? (Mm, uh) That's the baddest bitch in the room, that girl over there You best believe (uh) That's my best friend, that's my baby mother Miraa (ah-ah) Pass that spliff, please, reset quickly Please, don't think you'll ever get to chat to us (yeah, yeah) That girl over there, yeah That's my best friend, that's my icey shawty Looks so good and her bags on ten If she come into your life, now you can't better get than And when I'm feeling down and out I take myself to over to RAYE's house Call my girls tell them what I'm crying about They say Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up Go girl, fuck it up (woah, oh), go girl, fuck it up Go girl, fuck it up (go girl), go girl, fuck it up (fuck it up) Go girl, fuck it up (go girl, fuck it up), go girl, fuck it up If you come for my team, it's violence I'ma back my bitch, you know that she ain't lying All you hating hoes stay silent Don't know what we've been through, through in the slightest Know that we'll be alright Matter of fact is that the Jeep's outside? Matter of fact that is my neck's on ice Roll up a fat ting we take our time, oh Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up (fuck it up) See me and my bitch and we runnin' this shit (ah-ah-ah) I don't wanna fuck with no prick (ah-ah-ah) Leave him on a read blue tick (ah-ah-ah) CRB on the mandem quick (ah-ah-ah) Think they can do us like that when we do it like this (ah-ah-ah) Me and bitches too slick (ah-ah-ah) We ain't cryin' over no dick (ah-ah-ah) Can't you see my sis' is too lit? See me and my bitch and we runnin' this shit (ah-ah-ah) I don't wanna fuck with no prick (ah-ah-ah) Leave him on a read blue tick (ah-ah-ah) CRB on the mandem quick (ah-ah-ah) Think they can do us like that when we do it like this (yeah, yeah, yeah) Me and bitches too slick (ah-ah-ah) We ain't cryin' over no dick (ah-ah-ah) Can't you see my sis' is too lit? Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up Go girl, fuck it up (woah, oh), go girl, fuck it up Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up Go ahead fuck it up, fuck it up Go ahead, go ahead fuck it up, fuck it up Go ahead, fuck it up Miraa, show them who you are, yeah, go and get the clip I'm dead, why am I spitting bars right now? Who the fuck do I think I am? Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
Writer(s): Rachel Agatha Keen, Miraa May, Isaiah Aboyade-cole, Isaac Adoasi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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