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Best Friend (feat. Doja Cat)

Saweetie

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saweetie
Saweetie
Vocals
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Asia Smith
Asia Smith
Songwriter
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Songwriter
Rocco Valdes
Rocco Valdes
Songwriter
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Songwriter
Randall Avery Hammers
Randall Avery Hammers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seth Ringo
Seth Ringo
Assistant Engineer
Tyler Sheppard
Tyler Sheppard
Assistant Engineer
Kalani Thompson
Kalani Thompson
Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Clint Gibbs
Clint Gibbs
Mixing Engineer
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Producer
Rocco Did It Again!
Rocco Did It Again!
Producer

Lyrics

That my best friend, she a real bad bitch Got her own money, she 'on'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 bitch Drive her own car, she 'on't need no Lyft In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in Beep-beep, is that my bestie in a Tessie? Fresh blow out, skin on tan, ooh, she ready Bitch, you look goodt, with a T at the end I'ma hype her every time, that my motherfuckin' friend She been down since the jellies and the Volvos Got me steppin' out that Jeep, got Manolo's When we pull up to the scene, they be filled with jealousy If a bitch get finicky, she gon' bring that energy (pop-pop-pop) I hit her phone with the tea, like, "Bitch, guess what?" All the rich ass boys wanna fuck on us All this ass sittin' up, you can look, don't touch In our bag, bust some bands every time we link up That my best friend, she a real bad bitch Got her own money, she 'on'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 bitch Drive her own car, she 'on't need no Lyft In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in That my best friend, if you need a freak I ain't dumb, but motherfucker, she my Tweedledee If she ride for me (ride), she 'on't need a key If you sideways, she'll straighten you if need to be And she so bad that I just can't take that bitch nowhere She off her fifth shot, said, "Mmm-mmm, don't go there" Bitch, break her back, she protect and attack Get that strap like them buckle, foot on neck, give no air Whole world wanna be us And my main bitch, she my day-one On my way, bitch, let you get drunk Let's celebrate 'cause we the baddest in the club That my best friend, she a real bad bitch Got her own money, she 'on'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 bitch Drive her own car, she 'on't need no Lyft In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in Ha, best friend, you the baddest and you know it (you know) Uh-oh, girl, I think our booty growin' (ayy-yeah) Fuck it up in the mirror, hit them poses (pose) Best friend, damn, you motherfuckin' glowin' (woo-woo) Best friend, damn, your wrist look like it's frozen (it's frozen) Uh-oh, girl, I think our booty growin' (uh-oh) Fuck it up in the mirror, hit them poses (hit that pose) Best friend, you my motherfuckin' soulmate
Writer(s): Amala Zandile Dlamini, Randall Avery Hammers, Diamonte Harper, Theron Thomas, Rocco Valdes, Lukasz Gottwald, Asia Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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