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Текст песни Bob - Best Friend ft. Iggy Azalea & Mac Miller слова

20 ноября 2012 г. Просмотров: 1299 RSS
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A bitch and her best friend

Go to the club, party every weekend

Get in for free cuz she know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea


Poppin poppin poppin tags, always with a shoppin bag

She go to clock Atlanta but she always hop in class

All-star weekend, she be where the lobby is

Looking for that slap stick, all she need is hockey pass

She just be scrambling, looking I did be clean

Tossing that box like shifting and handling

She be going yea, she be doing anything

Natural, stage jumpin off, she a trampoline


Straight straight boinking this bitch

(A bitch and her best friend, A bitch and her best friend)

I bout my head, flip up coin in this bitch

(A bitch and her best friend, A bitch and her best friend)

She brought her overnight bag and his fendy

(A bitch and her best friend, A bitch and her best friend)

She wanted Benihanas but she settled for some Dimmie Ginnie


A bitch and her best friend

Go to the club, party every weekend

Get in for free cuz she know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

A freak yea yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She a freak yea


Red bottom ass heals on, head laid – it’s fly shit

Twerk something I’m rich stupid, don’t touch nothing that’s my shit

Now that’s cute, same outfit

Different color, same swag

She jumping up when she leave the club

Body spray in her Gucci bag


Ho going asshole

You and your main bitch front row

I was lined up outside, wanna shake that ass on my show

Let me tell you something you don’t know

My neck and wrist trap gold

My ass fitted in Levy, I swag so rodeo

It’s bitches in the building and it’s bitches on the couch

She tidy up her best friend, boy she leave that house

She got her best friend, it’s a freaky freaky

A freaky, tickets to my concerts on her wishlist


A bitch and her best friend

Go to the club, party every weekend

Get in for free cuz she know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

A freak yea yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She a freak yea


She don’t sleep, she smoke trees

No boyfriend, got cold feet

Low key, she’s so sweet

Just lonely but so freaky

Acting wild like ho please

Fly around, I go deep

She don’t creep, I fuck hoes

She cool with that, she love those

It’s funk so her gusto

If not so she one of those

Til it’s come close, gotta love Jones

Watch all of your clothes, I wanna know

Her ass shoes, her back screwed up

With a bunch of bad tattoos

Need to make an exception but she usually fuck black dudes

My cash is all in her mouth

In the club, more than her house

Come through, she might the loto

Go animal like in and out

Threesome, I need some

My hose is European, Norwegian, Puerto Rican, even some vegan


A bitch and her best friend

Go to the club, party every weekend

Get in for free cuz she know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

A freak yea yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She know she a freak yea

She a freak yea

She a freak yea


A bitch and her best friend


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