FlyBoi Rich - Best Friend

I call her my best friend, mo close than my left hand
Brain gimme lessons got me lookin for best mans
A vibe neva stressin, daddy kane no half steppin
Know i touch her soul nike when i check in
Shit i mean, i mean whenever my chick in
Feelin like im popeyes bringin this chicken
Arthur like charles do her well or the dickens
Hockey player role know my goals fa da stickin
Know im down fa lesson imma teacher pet hah
Pussy lips to feature lips shit lemme get a peck hah
Only change that you makin is change of a dress
And maybe after sex prolly change ya dress hah
See these orher niggaz talk alot n movin less
Dressin to impress, piston brawl i Ben the shit they got the ron artest
Nontheless, hoes and niggaz should be anonymous
Only thing we breakin is bed frames no promises that honest shit

She say she a do or die as she lookin me in my eyes
The wrist is look slim but if we split is like suicide
Should run back to the line and touch on it thats suicide
Conscious even havin battle thinkin what to decide
Etiher, push, you to the side or we utilize
Be a unit, really cross the t wit the unis
Or we can get to business dont wear suit and ties shit but we can improvise
Lookin like dessert into my eyes sweet potato pies
Minimize, gossip is juicy we shouldnt energize
Past shit that u did foul, im not gone penalize
At ya 9 to 5, grab ya thighs mak you feel alive
Not a rat aint 69in shit i can feel the vibes
Bombay... you a 10 if i do say
Liquor like bombay or the dusse
You worth, waitin in line 4 like 2k
Joystick ready to controller if she wanna play aye

Written by:
Phillip Looney

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