Best Friend B-Legit (Ft. J Boog)

[Verse 1: B-Legit]
Let me tell you bout' my best friend
And lil' mama a 10
But the real beauty come from within
I swear I spend
If I could do it over again
I probably wouldn't want it to end
And then I grin
Whenever I can see yo' smile
You know the fly shit drive a nigga wild
I like yo style (yeah), dig yo swag (yeah)
Louis flip-flops go good with the bag (fo' sho')
And though she real tryin, I can only imagine
If we took it there, what would probably happen
Trips and massages, couple of garages
Major league ballin' bitch Johnson, the Dodgers
And I don't even bother, never tried to holler
The realest one that done it and I keep it one hunnid'
She keep it one hunnid'
I tell her how to run it
Friends to the end
I tell a story bout' my best friend...

[Chorus: J Boog]
She's a friend in need, I keep her close to me
We gonna rock til' the sun come up
Damn she fly, damn she fly (I tell a story bout' my best friend)
I put my trust in her while we hittin' the clubs
And still have it when we live it up
And you know we're fly
And you know we're fly (I tell a story bout' my best friend)