| Ricky Racks, I see you!
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| Thugger!
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| YSL for life, bitch
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| Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else
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| Yung Shad, you killed this track
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| Free the GOAT!
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| That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, flexin'
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| Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what’s next is
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| I’m gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me
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| And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
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| Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
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| Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
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| Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
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| Hey-yeah! |
| Yeah
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| Take them boys to school, swagonometry
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| Bitch I’m bleedin' bad, like a bumble bee
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| Hold up! |
| Hold it, hold it, nigga proceed
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| I’ma eat that booty just like groceries
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| Eat on that coochie, lay that bitch down like «let's do it»
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| No Tiger, bitch, eat that wood, eat that wood
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| Supplier, bitch, I got pistols, no wood
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| I want them tacos that are Meagan Good
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| Helicopter choppin' with the buzz
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| Stuff them racks inside them if they nudge
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| Bang that other side, nigga curb
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| And my reefer louder than a speaker
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| Yeah my niece is hangin' with The Beatles
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| If you ever find her, better keep her
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| 37 cameras for the sneakers
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| Goin' out like Ox or Beanie Sigel
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| Send a cop, I can’t wait to mistreat 'em
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| Forcin' your ho, I can’t wait to mislead 'em
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| And beat 'em, they ain’t my people
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| That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, flexin'
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| Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what’s next is
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| I’m gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me
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| And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
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| Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
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| Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
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| Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
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| Hey-yeah! |
| Yeah!
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| Let me tell you how I spent a couple hundreds today
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| I done cut back on that lean, I’m on that Hen' and D’ussé
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| Don’t do no talkin', when you see him, you better shoot in his face
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| I got a hundred bitches that can’t wait to replace
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| Michael Jackson, nigga, Thugger Jackson moon walkin'
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| The S.L.I.M.E. |
| army tool shoppin'
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| Me a horny goat, I’m boolin' at the bull stop
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| No I can’t get arrested 'cause I’m talkin' 'bout my necklace
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| I’ma put that bitch in the buck, I’m a dog, let’s get stuck
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| My lil' sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck
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| Waddup cuz? |
| Here yo cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup
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| Your crew suck, don’t got bucks, these ain’t drugs, nigga
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| That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, flexin'
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| Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what’s next is
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| I’m gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me
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| And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
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| Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
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| Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
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| Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
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| Hey-yeah! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BestFriend , by - Young Curt. Song from the album This Shyt Dont Stop, Vol.1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп