Lyrics

Best friend Why the hell you gotta be so cute for? (God damn) With them leggings and them beauty supply hoops on (Gang) Way you stackin' paper, makin' moves, huh? (Stack it up) If they get to talkin', I'ma fight a ho Yeah, that's right, walking in, move to the side Yeah, I might just take your guy, is he yours or is he mine? Huh, I can't decide, bet you wanna take a bite Something sweet like apple pie, just for sport, he ain't my type When we ride, we be lit, lit She know she bad, yeah she thick, thick She gon' do the time if I click, click Look to the side, that's my bitch, bitch When we ride, we be lit, lit She know she bad, yeah, she thick, thick (Thick, thick) She gon' do the time if I click, click (Shoot, bitch) Look to the side, that's my bitch, bitch (That's me, ho) When I'm on She be on and we be with the shits (We be with the shits now) Starin' hard, might as well go 'head and take a pic Throw it hard, make you think that we just threw a fit Baby girl ratchet, buss it down into a split They don't know ya like I know ya (They don't know ya) Whatever you need, pull up to the scene I support ya (Pull up, pull up, pull up) Get in between, what do you mean? It's a fortress (Yeah) That's the way, do this shit like everyday People 'round you know they fake And that's why I can't relate When we ride, we be lit, lit She know she bad, yeah, she thick, thick She gon' do the time if I click, click Look to the side, that's my bitch, bitch When we ride, we be lit, lit She know she bad, yeah, she thick, thick (Thick, thick) She gon' do the time if I click, click (Shoot, bitch) Look to the side, that's my bitch, bitch (That's me, ho) (That's me, ho) (That's me, ho) (Best friend) (Why the hell you gotta be so cute for?)
Writer(s): Chauncey Hollis, Fallon King, Felisha King, Greg Davis, Emaza Gibson, Sair Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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