letra de go bestfriend - $hyfromdatr
the f-ck (f-ck)
hold on
b-tches got beef but don’t wanna fight me
quit all that barking hoe, bite me
b-tch (hold up)
b-tch you fat, needa tummy tuck
you dropping diss songs man, b-tch get yo’ 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 da club, wanna pump it up
f-ck a speech, i’ma sum it up
shawty on the track and you already know she gon’ f-ck it up
b-tch need to worry ’bout a bag
i rockin’ these shows and that’s why she mad
after this diss you going out sad
b-tch you not boujee, you don’t got no class
stuck in the booth and i’m piped off that gas
spin on yo’ block, then we hitting the dash
it’s still love for ya though, but b-tch i’m ’bout to get on yo’ ass
shawty got a potty mouth, you wanna talk sh-t?
b-tch, let’s talk bout yo’ body count, you stink, throw yo’ body out
tryna hang with the kid, i’m the life of the party now
yo lil’ sister look up to me
b-tch you can’t rap and you really not touching me
just like a virgin, a b-tch cannot f-ck with me
and i ain’t never been p-ssy b-tch, you know wassup with me
why this b-tch wanna pop sh-t we was just cool
now this b-tch wanna act like a opp b-tch
she mad she can’t stop sh-t said that my breath stink
’cause i’m spittin that hot sh-t
quit all that barking lil’ b-tch and come bite me
b-tches got beef but they don’t wanna fight me
twerk 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 yo’ radio soon i’ma be on yo’ tv
john cena b-tches can’t see me
i’m going up and it’s h-lla fans wanna meet me (hey)
b-tches don’t get me, b-tch why you hating
you coulda been goin’ up with me
spear on a b-tch like she britney
you coulda dissed any b-tch but instead you gon’ 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 doubie
i don’t give a f-ck about opinions, you know i’ma do me
b-tch you a nat, you a groupie
told the lil’ b-tches it’s some snacks and pulled up with scoobies
b-tch, the f-ck, dumb ass hoe
i just got on this b-tch ass dumb, ass b-tch
b-tch you don’t rap harder than me, get that sh-t the f-ck off
b-tch
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