Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Best Friend, artist - Young Thug. Date of issue: 19.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Best Friend |
| Ricky Racks, I see you! |
| Thugger! |
| YSL for life, bitch |
| Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else |
| Yung Shad, you killed this track |
| Free the GOAT! |
| That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, flexin' |
| Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what’s next is |
| I’m gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me |
| And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend |
| Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek |
| Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek |
| Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek |
| Hey-yeah! |
| Yeah |
| Take them boys to school, swagonometry |
| Bitch I’m bleedin' bad, like a bumble bee |
| Hold up! |
| Hold it, hold it, nigga proceed |
| I’ma eat that booty just like groceries |
| Eat on that coochie, lay that bitch down like «let's do it» |
| No Tiger, bitch, eat that wood, eat that wood |
| Supplier, bitch, I got pistols, no wood |
| I want them tacos that are Meagan Good |
| Helicopter choppin' with the buzz |
| Stuff them racks inside them if they nudge |
| Bang that other side, nigga curb |
| And my reefer louder than a speaker |
| Yeah my niece is hangin' with The Beatles |
| If you ever find her, better keep her |
| 37 cameras for the sneakers |
| Goin' out like Ox or Beanie Sigel |
| Send a cop, I can’t wait to mistreat 'em |
| Forcin' your ho, I can’t wait to mislead 'em |
| And beat 'em, they ain’t my people |
| That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, flexin' |
| Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what’s next is |
| I’m gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me |
| And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend |
| Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek |
| Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek |
| Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek |
| Hey-yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| Let me tell you how I spent a couple hundreds today |
| I done cut back on that lean, I’m on that Hen' and D’ussé |
| Don’t do no talkin', when you see him, you better shoot in his face |
| I got a hundred bitches that can’t wait to replace |
| Michael Jackson, nigga, Thugger Jackson moon walkin' |
| The S.L.I.M.E. |
| army tool shoppin' |
| Me a horny goat, I’m boolin' at the bull stop |
| No I can’t get arrested 'cause I’m talkin' 'bout my necklace |
| I’ma put that bitch in the buck, I’m a dog, let’s get stuck |
| My lil' sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck |
| Waddup cuz? |
| Here yo cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup |
| Your crew suck, don’t got bucks, these ain’t drugs, nigga |
| That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, flexin' |
| Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what’s next is |
| I’m gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me |
| And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend |
| Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek |
| Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek |
| Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek |
| Hey-yeah! |