Lyrics JayDaYoungan – Best Friend
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I get the bag, yeah I be gettin’ a check in
We clutch on Glocks, yeah we clutch on Smith and Wessons, yeah
I told that bitch, I wan’ fuck you and your best friend, yeah
Don’t hit my line, told that ho I don’t do texting
Nigga fuck with me and shit gon’ get hectic
Say you got a problem, address it
Pull up, no Nike, I gotta check it
These niggas like bitches, they messy
Young nigga shit, streets taught me a lesson
Get on my knees and I prayed for a blessing
I know one day that I’m gon’ be a legend
I hit the bank when the check in
She wanna fuck, give me neck then
I might fuck her and her best friend
Then I’ma pass them to the next man
I got them bands so I’m flexin’
I get the bag while you restin’
Them niggas know he be clutchin’ on choppers
Catch him, we blowin’ his back in
I get the bag, yeah I be gettin’ a check in
We clutch on Glocks, yeah we clutch on Smith and Wessons, yeah
I told that bitch, I wan’ fuck you and your best friend, yeah
Don’t hit my line, told that ho I don’t do texting
Stop callin’ my phone and don’t text it
Nigga fuck with me and shit gon’ get hectic
Say you got a problem, address it
Pull up, no Nike, I gotta check it
These niggas like bitches, they messy
Young nigga shit, streets taught me a lesson
I know one day that I’m gon’ be a legend
Walked in the mall and blew racks on Gucci
Bad lil bitch and she act real bougie
Thick lil somethin’, can’t lie, she a cutie
Pussy get wet, somethin’ like a jacuzzi
She eat the dick up, just like it’s some noodles
Look at her ass while I’m grippin’ her booty
I wanna fuck, baby give me that coochie
Pull out the camera, let’s make us a movie
Ho on my dick, wanna fuck ’cause I’m poppin’
Told her fuck bro and bitch you gotta top me
I do my shit, give a fuck ’bout who watchin’
23 shit, bitch you know how I’m rockin’
Want me in your city, send me your deposit
We pullin’ up and we strapped with them rockets
What’s in my cup, it damn near got me sloppy
Do Percocets only, don’t fuck with the roxys
I get the bag, yeah I be gettin’ a check in
We clutch on Glocks, yeah we clutch on Smith and Wessons, yeah
I told that bitch, I wan’ fuck you and your best friend, yeah
Don’t hit my line, told that ho I don’t do texting
Stop callin’ my phone and don’t text it
Nigga fuck with me and shit gon’ get hectic
Say you got a problem, address it
Pull up, no Nike, I gotta check it
These niggas like bitches, they messy
Young nigga shit, streets taught me a lesson
Get on my knees and I prayed for a blessing
I know one day that I’m gon’ be a legend