Текст песни Best Friend - Iggy Azalea , B.o.B , Mac Miller

A bitch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah (Freak bitches, what's up, ayy)

Popping, popping, popping tags, always with a shopping bag
She go to Clark Atlanta, but she always hopping class
All-star weekend, she be where the lobby at
Looking for that slapstick, all she need is hockey pads
She just be scrambling, looking like, "Goddamn, he clean"
Tossing that box like shipping and handling
She be going, yeah, she be doing anything
That tramp stay jumping off, she a trampoline
Straight, straight ba-boinging this bitch
I'm 'bout my head, flip a coin in this bitch (Uh)
She brought her overnight bag and it's Fendi
She wanted Benihanas but she settled for some Denny's

A bitch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah

Red bottom ass heels on, head laid – that's fly shit
Twerk something, I'm rich dumb but don't touch nuttin', that's my shit
Oh, that's cute, same outfit, different color, same swag
She jumping off when she leave the club, body spray in her Gucci bag
Pogoin' ass ho, you and your main bitch front row
Ho's lined up outside, wanna shake that ass at my show
Let me tell you somethin' you don't know, on my neck and wrist: trap gold
My ass fitted in Levis, swag so rodeo
It's bitches in the building and it's bitches on the couch
She tidy up her best friend, 'fore she leave the house
She got a best friend, that's a freak bitch (A freak bitch)
A freak bitch, tickets to my concert on her wishlist

A bitch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (Yeah)
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah (Um, yeah)

B.Y.O.B, bring your own bitch
She don't sleep, she smoke trees (Okay,) no boyfriend, got cold feet (Okay)
Low-key, she's so sweet, just lonely, but so freaky
Acting wild like, "Ho, please", fly route, I go deep (Yep)
She don't creep, I fuck hoes, she cool with that, she love those
It's funk, soul, her gusto is nuts, so she one of those
Tell her come close, gotta love Jones, what's under your clothes? I wanna know
Her ass huge, her back screwed-up with a bunch of bad tattoos
For me she make an exception but she usually fuck black dudes (Yes!)
My cashews all in her mouth (Yep,) in the club more than her house (House)
Come through, she might hit the loud, go animal like in and out (Uh-huh)
Threesome, I need some, my hoe's is European
Norwegian, Puerto Rican, even some vegan

A bitch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
A bitch and her best friend

This bitch, came to the club, with an overnight bag
She was so ready
She came, to the club, with an overnight bag, with a separate set of clothes in it
Took her shoes off
This bitch was back in the car with me and fuckin' B.o.B, tryna talk to B.o.B's friend, with her overnight bag
Had done fuckin' changed shoes
And I was like, 'wait a minute B.o.B, isn't that the same bitch from earlier tonight?
But she in a whole different outfit?'
And this bitch had a plastic bag ready
Ready for her fucking vacation
Just fuckin' crazy. Yes!
A 24-hour vacation
She was fuckin' ready
For the 24-hour trip of a motherfuckin' lifetime
And she knew what she was comin' for before the club opened
She packed! She probably had some wet wipes in there, like everything.
That girl was crazy though, you know she was crazy
And then was like, 'but I got a boyfriend' - bitch, you don't have a boyfriend!
Fuck outta here
That was the crazy shit
Remember that?