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Float/Lowkey (Fuck A Bestfriend) Video (MV)






Kaleb Hernandez - Float/Lowkey (Fuck A Bestfriend) Lyrics
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She just put her number in my phone
Told you I could show you how to float
Ride my wave, I'll let you drive the boat
Keep it low-key, no one gotta know
Red bikini, hair and nails done
Ass and titties soakin' up the sun
Solo-G, I've been the chosen one
Polo G, we make the horses run
I just took her out of comfort zone
Told you I could show you how to float
Let's get high and smoke it till the roach
Keep it low-key, no one gotta know
Fendi glasses, hair up in a bun
Titties, ass, still soakin' up the sun
On the move like Kyrie, double one
Put my city we having fun
Taste the cherry all on her lips
Put it on me shawty, move them hips
Spin the block, she ridin' on the stick
Spin the block again, she gettin' rich
Left the house, she want more liquor
Jealousy when they look in the mirror
Mad cause they know they ain't all that
Mad cause they know I been speakin' facts
Clap one more time for a real one
Tatted spine, you know you gon' get some
Bout a bag, I know that pussy pink
VVS's on her neck, it never green
Bust down, bust down, shawty
Taylor made designer for the party
1942, cause we been poppin'
She was all up on me, love the artists
Kissin', lickin' on my neck, she nasty
Say she like my tattoos on my body
Say she love the dick when I'm inside it
Brain she gave me stupid, I'm retarded
I was off the shrooms, I'm lit regardless
Hit it once and take off, bae, I'm heartless
Keep them comin' through, they all topless Baddest bitches, let em' make a profit
Playin' poison, shawty, you infected
Even got my name up on her necklace
Told you what this was without a question Thought I made it clear, this was a lesson
You just hit me first, with all that sextin'
You my little fling, f*ck a best friend, oh
Yeah, you my little fling, f*ck a best friend
She just put her number in my phone
Told you I could show you how to float
Ride my wave, I'll let you drive the boat
Keep it low-key, no one gotta know
Red bikini, hair and nails done
Ass and titties soakin' up the sun
Solo-G, I've been the chosen one
Polo G, we make the horses run
I just took her out of comfort zone
Told you I could show you how to float
Let's get high and smoke it till the roach
Keep it low-key, no one gotta know
Fendi glasses, hair up in a bun
Titties, ass, still soakin' up the sun
On the move like Kyrie double one
Put my city we having fun
Loved so hard forgot myself
Kinda like the way it felt
Let go and let love take over
Can't decompress when I stay sober
Fell in love with someone else
I played the cards I dealt
You say that you love me, girl
But I think you just love my wealth
You know what the problem is
I assert my dominance
That's why you not here with me
By the beach in Providence
I'm so sick of all of this
You signed up, knowin' what it was
Tryna play your mama's tricks
But you outdid yourself, my love
Take your ass on a boat
Who you think made this shit float?
I've been tryna tear your throat up
Wake your ass up when it's early morning Bring that ass back when she get to moanin
Moanin', moanin
Girl, you bad
Girl, you know you're bad
Girl, I f*ck with you Girl, you know you're bad
Girl, I f*ck with you Girl, you know you're bad
Girl, I f*ck with you Girl, you know you're bad
She a bad bitch, yeah, I know she get money now
She a bad bitch, yeah, I know cause she hoein' now
You was her boyfriend, but with me she call me daddy now
He be tryna stop it but he can't stop shit
In the club she poppin'
Keep them dollars clockin
Oh, oh, oh I like a bitch that's really bout' her dough
She make them spend it when she hit the floor My type of bitch, I like a 304, hoe
All that ass, you got on you
God did his thing on you
Girl, you bad, you know it too
F*ck them lames I got some game for you
All that ass, you got on you
God did his thing on you
Girl, you bad, you know it too
F*ck them lames I got some game for you
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She just put her number in my phone
Told you I could show you how to float
Ride my wave, I'll let you drive the boat
Keep it low-key, no one gotta know
Red bikini, hair and nails done
Ass and titties soakin' up the sun
Solo-G, I've been the chosen one
Polo G, we make the horses run
I just took her out of comfort zone
Told you I could show you how to float
Let's get high and smoke it till the roach
Keep it low-key, no one gotta know
Fendi glasses, hair up in a bun
Titties, ass, still soakin' up the sun
On the move like Kyrie, double one
Put my city we having fun
Taste the cherry all on her lips
Put it on me shawty, move them hips
Spin the block, she ridin' on the stick
Spin the block again, she gettin' rich
Left the house, she want more liquor
Jealousy when they look in the mirror
Mad cause they know they ain't all that
Mad cause they know I been speakin' facts
Clap one more time for a real one
Tatted spine, you know you gon' get some
Bout a bag, I know that pussy pink
VVS's on her neck, it never green
Bust down, bust down, shawty
Taylor made designer for the party
1942, cause we been poppin'
She was all up on me, love the artists
Kissin', lickin' on my neck, she nasty
Say she like my tattoos on my body
Say she love the dick when I'm inside it
Brain she gave me stupid, I'm retarded
I was off the shrooms, I'm lit regardless
Hit it once and take off, bae, I'm heartless
Keep them comin' through, they all topless Baddest bitches, let em' make a profit
Playin' poison, shawty, you infected
Even got my name up on her necklace
Told you what this was without a question Thought I made it clear, this was a lesson
You just hit me first, with all that sextin'
You my little fling, f*ck a best friend, oh
Yeah, you my little fling, f*ck a best friend
She just put her number in my phone
Told you I could show you how to float
Ride my wave, I'll let you drive the boat
Keep it low-key, no one gotta know
Red bikini, hair and nails done
Ass and titties soakin' up the sun
Solo-G, I've been the chosen one
Polo G, we make the horses run
I just took her out of comfort zone
Told you I could show you how to float
Let's get high and smoke it till the roach
Keep it low-key, no one gotta know
Fendi glasses, hair up in a bun
Titties, ass, still soakin' up the sun
On the move like Kyrie double one
Put my city we having fun
Loved so hard forgot myself
Kinda like the way it felt
Let go and let love take over
Can't decompress when I stay sober
Fell in love with someone else
I played the cards I dealt
You say that you love me, girl
But I think you just love my wealth
You know what the problem is
I assert my dominance
That's why you not here with me
By the beach in Providence
I'm so sick of all of this
You signed up, knowin' what it was
Tryna play your mama's tricks
But you outdid yourself, my love
Take your ass on a boat
Who you think made this shit float?
I've been tryna tear your throat up
Wake your ass up when it's early morning Bring that ass back when she get to moanin
Moanin', moanin
Girl, you bad
Girl, you know you're bad
Girl, I f*ck with you Girl, you know you're bad
Girl, I f*ck with you Girl, you know you're bad
Girl, I f*ck with you Girl, you know you're bad
She a bad bitch, yeah, I know she get money now
She a bad bitch, yeah, I know cause she hoein' now
You was her boyfriend, but with me she call me daddy now
He be tryna stop it but he can't stop shit
In the club she poppin'
Keep them dollars clockin
Oh, oh, oh I like a bitch that's really bout' her dough
She make them spend it when she hit the floor My type of bitch, I like a 304, hoe
All that ass, you got on you
God did his thing on you
Girl, you bad, you know it too
F*ck them lames I got some game for you
All that ass, you got on you
God did his thing on you
Girl, you bad, you know it too
F*ck them lames I got some game for you
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Writer: Chuck Santana, Lucas Macari, Kaleb Hernandez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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