Listen to Go BestFriend 2.0 (feat. G-Eazy & Rich the Kid) by Casanova

Go BestFriend 2.0 (feat. G-Eazy & Rich the Kid)

Casanova

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Casanova
Casanova
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Composer
Caswell Senior
Caswell Senior
Composer
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Composer
Orlando Jahlil Tucker
Orlando Jahlil Tucker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jahlil Beats
Jahlil Beats
Producer
Lee Wiggins
Lee Wiggins
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I don't know what it is But, this 2X music Just does something to me We in the club goin' dumb (goin' dumb) All those freaks, tell 'em come (tell 'em come) Girl, I sing that song "Don't Run" (don't run) You-you-you, want a shot, take some (take some) Baby girl, where your man at? (Where your man at?) Please tell me, where your friends at? (Where your friend?) Oh, you alone? Fuck your friends then (ah) 'Cause I was lookin' for a best friend Get it, get it, go best friend Get it, get it, go best friend Get it, get it, go best friend Get it, get it, go best friend Comin' in the club with me, you walk right inside the spot But, then you gotta drop it like it's hot So, show me your little dance moves You ain't gotta be a good girl, this ain't classrooms, just show me what that ass do So, get the money, you know cash rules Fuck a hotel, I'm tryna fuck you in the bathroom You know them Scorpios is freaks (ah) Got a different girl, everyday of the week Shout out to them girls that like to eat Nah, baby girl, I ain't talkin' no Phillips I'm talkin' skeet, skeet, skeet, brr Pull up on that ass like beep, beep, beep We in the club goin' dumb (goin' dumb) All those freaks, tell 'em come (tell 'em come) Girl, I sing that song "Don't Run" (don't run) You-you-you, want a shot, take some (take some) Baby girl, where your man at? (Where your man at?) Please tell me, where your friends at? (Where your friend?) Oh, you alone? Fuck your friends then (ah) 'Cause I was lookin' for a best friend Get it, get it, go best friend Get it, get it, go best friend Get it, get it, go best friend Get it, get it, go best friend The club send me the bottles of that Ace (aha) 'Cause I'm standin' on that couch, throwin' big faces So, where them girls with the fat ass and pretty faces? I know you look good, but I wonder how it tasted Hope is like peach with the cream - wait - Let me introduce you to my team So, show me what you worth, show me how you twerk My homies in the building, so the club goin' higher (we here) So if you and you bad, askin' those bitches, over there why they mad? You the kind of girl, all these niggas wanna have And if a nigga violate, then that nigga gettin' dragged We in the club goin' dumb (goin' dumb) All those freaks, tell 'em come (tell 'em come) Girl, I sing that song "Don't Run" (don't run) You-, you-, you want a shot, take some (take some) Baby girl, where your man at? (Where your man at?) Please tell me, where your friends at? (Where your friend?) Oh, you alone? Fuck your friends then (ah) 'Cause I was lookin' for a best friend Get it, get it, go best friend Get it, get it, go best friend Get it, get it, go best friend Get it, get it, go best friend
Writer(s): Orlando Tucker, Dimitri Roger, Gerald Gillum, Caswell Senior Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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