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letra de best friend - li rye

[intro]
(i got hitman on the beat, b-tch)

[chorus]
my best friend a robber (huh?), most my partners k!llers (hrrah)
we send sh-t to the doctor (boom), on my shottas, i spend figures (b-tch)
uh, i want a famous b-tch, i might f-ck ’round and cuff glorilla (cuff glorilla)
uh, i’m on some dangerous sh-t, wake up like, “mmm, f-ck them n-ggas,” uh (hey, f-ck them n-ggas)
all my opps some b-tches, they clique up, might as well scissor like some hoes (like some hoes)
on facetime with my big cousin, man, he said send him some ‘bows (boom)
that’s my baddest b-tch, she always ask what color to get on her toes
call me daddy, b-tch, hit from the back, whеn it clappin’, sound like an explosion (sh-t)

[verse]
i’m tryna stack that money so long that it start to rot, еrosion (erosion)
n-ggas ain’t havin’ no paper, ain’t havin’ no money, ain’t havin’ no motion (ain’t havin’ no motion)
i nut on her skin, she rub it in just like some lotion (ugh)
for bad b-tches, i buy plan b’s, what’s a trojan? (what’s a trojan?)
i was born to be a star, ain’t need no coachin’ (no)
i pop another addy, now i’m rollin’ (huh?)
they know i be dissin’ the dead, i ain’t trollin’ (b-tch)
‘posed to kept it solid, thought we never was foldin’ (huh?)
signed a deal, but i still got my soul, never sold it (huh?)
why you got a pistol and you never blowed it? p-ssy
give it to me
we’ll take that (b-tch)
k!lled your brother, b-tch, come get your shake-back (rrah)
i’ma empty the clip where your face at (rrah)
.456 out the drac’ leave your face fat (boom)
know you been a b-tch, let’s face facts (face facts)
his money say “motion picture,” them fake racks (them fake racks)
how the f-ck you in the streets without no sack? (with no sack)
you said you movin’ around, still sell no crack (no crack)
cut off my dog ’cause i don’t f-ck with no rats (no rats)
still got one foot in the streets and you know that (you know that)
hrrat-tat, boom, baow (baow)
jb and robin, steppin’ with two feet (two feet)
caught him outside, they said he was too sweet (two sweet)
slangin’ iron, bullets flyin’ in 3d (hrrah)
all of my diamonds, they water, fiji (fiji)
it feel like you lookin’ at the devil whenever you see me
[chorus]
my best friend a robber (robber), most my partners k!llers (they k!llers)
we send sh-t to the doctor (hrrah), on my shottas, i spend figures (racks)
uh, i want a famous b-tch, i might f-ck ’round and cuff glorilla (’round and cuff glorilla)
uh, i’m on some dangerous sh-t, wake up like, “mmm, f-ck them n-ggas,” uh (like f-ck them b-tches)
all my opps some b-tches, they clique up, might as well scissor like some hoes
on facetime with my big cousin, man, he said send him some ‘bows
that’s my baddest b-tch, she always ask what color to get on her toes
call me daddy, b-tch, hit from the back, when it clappin’, sound like an explosion

[outro]
sound like an explosion
sound like an explosion
sound like an explosion
sound like—

- li rye

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