BL Shirelle - Bestie Lyrics

Save me in ya phone as ya bestie ya
U can call me sis when u text me yes
Save me in ya phone as ya bestie
Shotta be my right hand but you my lucky lefty ayy
Save me in ya phone as ya bestie
U can call me sis when u text me
Save me in ya phone as ya bestie

Save me in ya phone as ya bestie
U can call me sis when u text me
Strap them thangs right onto ya belly
See u cross the country in the next week
He say that u his queen well then let's see
U do be making moves like that chess piece
He do be in the hood looking stressed sheesh
While we be in da bed w them wet sheets
I got yo bitch (chick) dont worry you gone get her back
I'm a stretch her out I ain't finna leave that shit (ish) in tac
She doing kegels tryna make that pussy (juicy) snap back
But this a new era baby no cap
Yea that's ya girl and I'm Cool w that
Yea but that's my( bitch)(chick) ain't no disputing that
I said that's ya girl and I'm cool w that
Yea but that's my bitch ain't no disputing that


Dont have that hurt heart lil nigga (lil)
Like u the only one who kissed that lil birthmark lil nigga (lil)
You from dirt farm lil nigga (lil)
Im from turf tar shit its realer
She like war scars not nerfed balls dirt ball lil nigga lil
On my 3rd strike I'm hitting
Gotta swing hard for the fences
That serve soft, that curve ball, get work off I'm pitchin yea
That's ya girl and I'm good w it00
But that's my bitch we on some hood shit (shh)
We be on that no need to speak its understood shit (shh)
Pippen w my rod man I be up on that bullshit(shh)
U be on that insecure that immature unsure shit (shh)
I be on that get the bitch they never thought I could get yea