Saweetie – Best Friend Remix Lyrics (feat. Stefflon Don & Doja Cat)

Best Friend Remix Lyrics By Saweetie feat. Stefflon Don & Doja Cat

That’s my best friend, she a real bad b!tch
Got her own money, she don’t need no nig’
On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks
Now she tw3rkin’, she throw it out and come back in
That’s my best friend, she a real bad b!tch
Drive her own car, she don’t need no Lyft
In the strip club (Oh yeah), know my girl gon’ tip
Now she tw3rkin’, she throw it out and come back in

You know I’m always killin’ the show
In the streets I’m a lady, in the bed I’m a hoe
Ain’t a stripper but I really put it down on the pole
Plus I get dizzy in the kitchen, flick my wrist on the stove
That’s my best friend
Touch her and you’re gonna need your friend them/there
Bredrin, murda your body like a I wrote that (Huh)

Cold cut, ain’t got no respect for a hoe (Huh)
Lotion, your man wanna drink me like a potion (Bet)
Oh sh$t, make a b!tch claw quick
L–k the lolly, poppy, sucky, sucky, no k!ss
Pull up on me like a cat and you gon’ hit that d!ss
In the box, Roddy Ricch, better get in and swim
All these niqqas wanna f–k on me (Yeah)
I get paid to sit pretty, plus my wrist icy (Yeah)

Then your man flew me out ’cause he want a bad bih (Uh, yeah)
A$$ fat, gotta jump, just to get into my jeans (Woo)
Hot stepper, we hotter than pepper
[?], this a bubble like cheddar
Sixteen shot with the Glock, no pressure
Just spin, if you think you’re bad then try touch my best friend

That’s my best friend, she a real bad b!tch
Got her own money, she don’t need no nig’
On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks
Now she tw3rkin’, she throw it out and come back in
That’s my best friend, she a real bad b!tch
Drive her own car, she don’t need no Lyft
In the strip club (Oh yeah), know my girl gon’ tip
Now she tw3rkin’, she throw it out and come back in

Beep beep, is that my bestie in a Tessie?
Fresh blow out, skin on ten, ooh, she ready
B!tch, you look goodt, with a T at the end
I’ma hype her every time, that my motherf–kin’ friend
She been down since the jellies and the bobos
Now we steppin’ out the Jeep in Manolo’s
When we pull up to the scene, they be filled with jealousy
If a bi!ch get finicky, she gon’ bring that energy (Pop-pop-pop)
I hit her phone with the tea, like, “B!tch, guess what?
All the rich-a$$ boys wanna f–k on us!”
All this a$$ sittin’ up, you could look, don’t touch
In our bag, bust some bands every time we link up

That’s my best friend, she a real bad b!tch
Got her own money, she don’t need no nig’
On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks
Now she tw3rkin’, she throw it out and come back in
That’s my best friend, she a real bad b!tch
Drive her own car, she don’t need no Lyft
In the strip club, know my girl gon’ tip
Now she tw3rkin’, she throw it out and come back in

Hah, best friend, you the baddest and you know it (You know)
Uh-oh, girl I think our b00ty growin’ (Ayy, yeah)
F–k it up in the mirror, hit them poses (Pose)
Best friend, damn, you motherf–kin’ glowin’ (Woa-oh)
Best friend, damn, your wrist look like it’s frozen
Uh-oh, girl I think our b00ty growin’ (Uh-oh)
F–k it up in the mirror, hit them poses (Hit the pose)
Best friend, you my motherf–kin’ soulmate