Go Bestfriend Lyrics – $hyfromdatre
Singer: $hyfromdatre
Title: Go Bestfriend
The f#ck?
Hold on
b#tches got beef but don’t wanna fight me
Quit all that barkin’, hoe, bite me
b#tch
Hold on
b#tch, you fat, need a tummy tuck
You dropping diss songs, man, b#tch, get your money up
If you bout it, then run it up
Used to be cool with this b#tch, but she mad that I’m coming up
You a thot, you gon suck it up
I got a white b#tch in the club, wanna pump it up
f#ck a speech, imma sum It up
Shawty on the track and you already know she gonna f#ck it up
b#tch, ya need to worry bout a bag
I’m rocking these shows, and that’s why she mad
After this diss, you goin’ out sad
b#tch, you not boujee, you don’t got no class
Turnt in the booth and I’m piped off that gas
Spin on yo block, then we hitting the dash
It’s still love for you though, but b#tch, I’m bouta get on your #ss
Shy gotta potty mouth
You wanna talk shit? b#tch, let’s talk bout yo body count
You stink, throw your body out
Tryna hang wit the kid, I’m the life of the party now
Your lil’ sister to look up to me
b#tch, you can’t rap, and you really not touching me
Just like a virgin, lil’ b#tch, cannot f#ck wit me
And I never been p#ss#, b#tch, you know what’s up with me
Why this b#tch wanna pop shit?
We was just cool, now this b#tch wanna act like a opp b#tch
Oh, she mad she can’t stop sh#t
Said that my breath stink ’cause im spittin that hot sh#t
Quit all that barkin, lil b#tch, and come bite me
b#tches got beef, but they don’t wanna fight me
Turnt to my music, but swear they don’t like me
You got my number hoe, FaceTime, Skype me
These hoes wanna be me
I’m on your radio, soon, imma be on your TV
John Cena, b#tches can’t see me
Im goin up, and it’s hella fans wanna meet me (Hey)
b#tches don’t get me
b#tch, why you hatin? You could’ve been goin up with me
Spear on the b#tch like she Britney
You could dissed any b#tch, but instead, you gonna pick me
Make a b#tch wanna hit me
b#tches be cap on my name, the shoe did not fit me
Show these b#tches no pity
These b#tches wanna be friends, admit it, you miss me
Wrap up the beat like a doobie
I don’t give a f#ck ’bout opinions, you know imma do me
b#tch you a nat, you a groupie
Told that lil’ b#tch get some snacks, & we pulled up wit Scoobies
b#tch
The f#ck? (Haha)
Dumb #ss hoe
I just got on this b#tch #ss (Haha)
Dumb #ss b#tch
b#tch, you don’t rap harder than me
Get that sh#t the f#ck up
b#tch
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