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(Featuring Iggy Azalea & Mac Miller) 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 Letras de cancionesStraight 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 From Letras Mania