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That my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Got her own money, she 'on't need no nig'
On the dance floor, she had two-three drinks
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car, she 'on't need no Lyft
In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
Beep-beep, is that my bestie in a Tessie?
Fresh blow out, skin on tan, ooh, she ready
Bitch, you look goodt, with a T at the end
I'ma hype her every time, that my motherfuckin' friend
She been down since the jellies and the Volvos
Got me steppin' out that Jeep, got Manolo's
When we pull up to the scene, they be filled with jealousy
If a bitch get finicky, she gon' bring that energy (pop-pop-pop)
I hit her phone with the tea, like, "Bitch, guess what?"
All the rich ass boys wanna fuck on us
All this ass sittin' up, you can look, don't touch
In our bag, bust some bands every time we link up
That my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Got her own money, she 'on't need no nig'
On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car, she 'on't need no Lyft
In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
That my best friend, if you need a freak
I ain't dumb, but motherfucker, she my Tweedledee
If she ride for me (ride), she 'on't need a key
If you sideways, she'll straighten you if need to be
And she so bad that I just can't take that bitch nowhere
She off her fifth shot, said, "Mmm-mmm, don't go there"
Bitch, break her back, she protect and attack
Get that strap like them buckle, foot on neck, give no air
Whole world wanna be us
And my main bitch, she my day-one
On my way, bitch, let you get drunk
Let's celebrate 'cause we the baddest in the club
That my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Got her own money, she 'on't need no nig'
On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car, she 'on't need no Lyft
In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
Ha, best friend, you the baddest and you know it (you know)
Uh-oh, girl, I think our booty growin' (ayy-yeah)
Fuck it up in the mirror, hit them poses (pose)
Best friend, damn, you motherfuckin' glowin' (woo-woo)
Best friend, damn, your wrist look like it's frozen (it's frozen)
Uh-oh, girl, I think our booty growin' (uh-oh)
Fuck it up in the mirror, hit them poses (hit that pose)
Best friend, you my motherfuckin' soulmate
If all of the kings had their queens on the throne
We would pop champagne and raise a toast (Saweetie)
To all of the queens who are fighting alone (Ava)
Baby, you're not dancing on your own (yeah, Lauv, let's go)
Can't live without me, you wanna, but you can't, nah-nah-nah
Think it's funny, but honey, can't run this show on your own
I can feel my body shake, there's only so much I can take
I'll show you how a real queen behaves (oh-oh)
No damsel in distress, don't need to save me (save me)
Once I start breathing fire, you can't tame me (tame me)
And you might think I'm weak without a sword
But if I had one, it'd be bigger than yours
If all of the kings had their queens on the throne
We would pop champagne and raise a toast
To all of the queens who are fighting alone (uh)
Baby, you're not dancing on your own (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She's the queen and I'm just lucky to get close to the throne
I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy, but she's taking me home, yeah (oh-oh)
No damsel in distress, don't need to save her
She's a goddess, I will never try to change her
She know she got my world inside of her palm
But she can have whatever she wants
If all of the kings had their queens on the throne (yeah, baby)
We would pop champagne and raise a toast (ooh, ooh, yeah)
To all of the queens who are fighting alone (fighting alone)
Baby, you're not dancing on your own (woo)
Let's go, I'm a queen, I'm a boss, I'm a brat (yeah)
Hella independent, I get this, I get that (uh-uh)
Shout out to the girls from the 'burb to the trap
I'on need a man for shit, put myself on the map (oh)
And they thought I was done
I ain't even hit my peak and I'm still on the run
I'm like Lolo on the laps how I'm runnin' the track
Only time I see a L's on the luxury tax
And my whole team winning
Post a pic' just because, they like, "Oh, she chilling" (yeah)
Million-dollar deals and my lipstick seal it
I need acrylic nails, I don't need no critics (facts)
Saweetie gon' glow, Saweetie gon' shine (yeah)
Takeoff for the tens, I don't see no nines
My name on they lips, my name on they minds
How I take it from the block to the Hollywood sign
If all of the kings had their queens on the throne
We would pop champagne and raise a toast
To all of the queens who are fighting alone
Baby, you're not dancing on your own
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Don't ever stop if you want to be on top, bitch
Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on yo' neck, nigga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nigga, tap in (hm)
Tap, tap, tap in (ayy)
Wrist on glitter (ayy), waist on thinner (ayy)
I'ma show you how to bag a eight figure nigga (hoo)
Face on zaddy (sheesh), pockets on Jigga (hoo)
You better get the card and make it swipe like Tinder
Private villa and the fur chinchilla (ha)
When he post me, all the hoes get sicker (blah)
Fuckboy killer, I'on need fillers (nope)
Never been a lame so the real bitches feel it
Daddy on the FaceTime, you could never take mine
End up on the Dateline, uh, uh, uh (bitch)
Rich with no day job, bitch, hit your wop-wop
Always on the courtside, uh, huh, huh
B-B-Billionaire niggas wanna eat me out
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, they wanna go down south
All these lame ass niggas tryna fuck for the clout
Hm, I won't let him hit but he can put it in his mouth
Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on yo' neck, nigga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nigga, tap in (mhm, yeah)
Tap, tap, tap in
You got a itty-bitty waist (huh?), pretty in the face (what?)
Never let a broke nigga take you on a date (nah)
Haters can't relate, bitch, I've never been fake (girl, bye)
I got a real nigga puttin' icing on my cake (mwah)
Icy from my lips to my fingers to my toenails
Drippin' in Shanaenae, this ain't goin' on sale
All these hoes busy, baby, I do not do friends well
Lotta niggas pussy, but I promised that I won't tell
Hmm, now, what's my favorite word? (Icy)
Bitch gon' smile, but I know she don't like me
200 for a verse, bitch, I'm way too pricey
Fuck around and bring back hyphy
Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on yo' neck, nigga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, nigga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
I can't stop me, I can't stop me
(Icy!)
I can't stop me, I can't stop me
Miami vice, with the L.A. lights
We joyride, late in the night
I don't mind, you know what you like
Yeah you know what you like
Dressing up by dressing down
You got me feeling so numb
Saying we should go downtown (go downtown)
Wake me up to lay me down
It's not like me to assume
We're going out of bounds (out, out, out of bounds)
Baby you could say you're bad for me
But who are you to tell me what I need?
'Cause I like what I like what I la-la-like
Yeah I like what I la-la-like
Baby you could say you're bad for me
But who are you to tell me what I need?
'Cause I like what I like what I la-la-like
Yeah I like what I la-la-like
What? Ay
I can't stop me
I can't stop
I can't, I can't stop, yeah
I can't stop
No, I can't stop me, I can't stop me
I can't stop
I can't, I can't stop me
I can't stop
No, I can't stop me, I can't stop me
All this room on top of the roof
If it's up to me, then you do you
No I don't mind (I don't mind)
You know what you like (you know what I like)
Yeah you know what you like (yeah)
Dressing up by dressing down
You got me feeling so numb
Saying we should go downtown (oh we should go downtown)
Wake me up to lay me down
It's not like me to assume
We're going out of bounds (take me out of bounds, ay)
Baby you could say you're bad for me
But who are you to tell me what I need?
'Cause I like what I like what I la-la-like
Yeah I like what I la-la-like (what I, what I like ah)
Baby you could say you're bad for me (you're bad for me)
But who are you to tell me what I need?
'Cause I like what I like what I la-la-like
Yeah I like what I la-la-like (what I, what I like ah)
(I can't stop me)
I can't stop
I can't, I can't stop (no no)
I can't stop
No, I can't stop me, I can't stop me
I can't stop
I can't, I can't stop
I can't stop
No, I can't stop me, I can't stop me
Ice on, ice on, ice on me
All the things I like on me
Louis Vuitton, all the spice
Louis Vuitton, name the price
I like my whips exotic
I like my nights erotic
Pussy so aquatic, so I make that boy psychotic
Ice all on my mouth, no fault when I'm talking loud
Yeah, he always want me with him, show me off 'cause he so proud
Back and forth, then hop up on it, he like when I call the shots
Told him "Drop the top up of the foreign and don't ever stop"
Baby you could say you're bad for me
But who are you to tell me what I need? (I need)
'Cause I like what I like what I la-la-like
'Cause I like what I la-la-like (what I, what I like, yeah)
Baby you could say you're bad for me
But who are you to tell me what I need?
'Cause I like what I like what I la-la-like
Yeah I like what I la-la-like (what I, what I like ah)
I can't stop me, I can't help myself
(I can't stop me, I can't stop me)
I can't stop me, I can't help myself
(I can't stop me, I can't stop me)