Bestie Culture Jam (Ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Capella Grey)
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[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Two-fifty on the dot, so they probably miss me (Huh)
How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh)
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you'll be okay
[Refrain: Capella Grey]
She know it ain't no talkin', no, she want 'em, I got 'em
My baby don't want for nothin', even though I got money, she grindin'
Let her count the backends and then we spend it on watches
Ain't switch up at all, same shawty since trapping
She ain't gotta call, keys to the appartment, sanctioned
My bougie baddie, they don't even get a, "Thank you", uh
That's why she shot gun when I'm goin', uh
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Two-fifty on the dot, so they probably miss me (Huh)
How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh)
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you'll be okay
Two-fifty on the dot, so they probably miss me (Huh)
How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh)
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you'll be okay
[Refrain: Capella Grey]
She know it ain't no talkin', no, she want 'em, I got 'em
My baby don't want for nothin', even though I got money, she grindin'
Let her count the backends and then we spend it on watches
Ain't switch up at all, same shawty since trapping
She ain't gotta call, keys to the appartment, sanctioned
My bougie baddie, they don't even get a, "Thank you", uh
That's why she shot gun when I'm goin', uh
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Two-fifty on the dot, so they probably miss me (Huh)
How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh)
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you'll be okay
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