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best friends - $hmacked bby lyrics

[verse 1: $hmacked bby]
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
baby what you tryna do?
i just only want the head b*tch, can you get a clue?
aye, baby can we get a long, go up in the room
i just got some crazy top from a b*tch up in a coupe
godd*mn, b*tch hold that d*mn talking
b*tch i’m just tryna put that motherf*cking c*ck in
i be on some real dark sh*t
hold up that’s yo b*tch? that’s a hundreds, ima toss it
that’s yo b*tch in the muhf*ckin’ strip club
i got yo b*tch on her knees, tryna l!ck some
i got a strap, ima turn into a victim
i love two pretty best friends, that’s a threesome

[chorus: $hmacked bby]
hol’ up, i got two bad b*tches and they best friends
hol’ up, and i like when they cum and we french kiss
hol’ up, ima f*ck that b*tch, leave that ho senseless
hol’ up, i just got some brain while i’m eating breakfast
hol’ up, curse a man, b*tch i’m feelin’ blessed b*tch
hol’ up, walkin’ on the block, watch where you steppin’
aye b*tch, don’t stop, leave you breathless
aye, put my d*ck in her throat, then i stretched it

[verse 2: penelope de clare]
ooh, put my d*ck in her b*tt and i stretch it
fn
and i’m f*cking broke, keep a weapon
slide on the block, b*tch i slide wit’ aggression
air that b*tch out, if that ho get to steppin’
nah, i can’t have one ho, i got seven
when yo b*tch, she give me dome, no protection
when she sat up on my meat, i’m in heaven
why she tryna hit my phone, saying she pregnant
b*tch i’m out that door
for that b*tch, she ain’t get no child support
for that ho, if she feel me, ima up the score
she ain’t takin’ all my money, ima let it blow
yeah that b*tch, she a dummy, hadda let her know
and that b*tch actin’ funny so i broke her nose
and that b*tch got a tummy so i took her home
and that b*tch really want me so i f*cked her slope
[chorus: $hmacked bby]
hol’ up, i got two bad b*tches and they best friends
hol’ up, and i like when they cum and we french kiss
hol’ up, ima f*ck that b*tch, leave that ho senseless
hol’ up, i just got some brain while i’m eating breakfast
hol’ up, curse a man, b*tch i’m feelin’ blessed b*tch
hol’ up, walkin’ on the block, watch where you steppin’
aye b*tch, don’t stop, leave you breathless
aye, put my d*ck in her throat, then i stretched it

[outro]
b*tch
(tell me all yo secrets baby)
feelin’ blessed b*tch
(aye, i can keep ’em baby)
how you steppin’
(mareks griva, i know you listenin’)
($hmacked bby)

- hmacked bby lyrics

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