Go Girl (feat. BJ the Chicago Kid & Ro James)

Wow
Nineteen ninety (ninety, ninety, ninety, ninety)

We smoked out on the couch
Watching Martin scream and shout
It's funny how he's always kicking Pam about the house
It's sunny and it's Sunday but you lazy when it counts
You lazy when it counts but you always put it down, yeah

With your mismatched socks on
Your Erykah Badu is somethin' I'll never need time from
No, no
And we in the freezone
That systematic beat, the Matrix, stay cast your dial tone

Oh, treat ya
Our sex is overwhelming got me screaming sweet lord
Oh lord, yeah
I don't wanna seem erratic
But the vibers don't tribe
And that's what you call a classic

Ni-ni-nineteen ninety vibe (vibe)
Nineteen ninety vibe, nineteen ninety
We on the cool vibration
We keep it chill, no stress and no basics
'Cause that's the feeling, what's up

Nineteen ninety vibe
Nineteen ninety vibe, nineteen ninety
We on the cool vibration
We keep it chill, no stress and no basics
That's the feeling, what's up

Go girl, go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl

More than just some honey
I mean you really do know me
True, never had a lot of you
Probably wouldn't know how the hell to do

Huh, make love anywhere don't need a reason
I'ma tell her secrets, when we sex she ain't no vegan
Plus she get her attitude, everytime I'm leaving (I'm still)
She teasing rice so she loving what she receiving
Mean it

Man I still get recent pics
We always had our fee
Even if public yeah, I rub it
Touching how she touching me

Even arguing, even cussing
Then we hugging and we loving
Then we fucking then we touch it
Then I rub it back to sleep
Go girl

Go girl, go girl, go girl, girl
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl-girl, go girl, girl
Go girl, go girl

Oh my God
You sho' wild, you show off
Oh my God, oh my God
Ride it out, don't fall off
You a star, you a diva babe

A living legend
Down to earth like Issa Rae
Even though you're from Heaven
We be locked in all day

We drink and we fucking and got good tree on the way
Good smoking, good munching, got Uber eats on the way
And I'm always sayin' that, don't trip, don't panic
We so high, we so high
We too high to land it

So we gon' keep it in the atmosphere
I'ma put a kiss right there
Stopped the night for you, we take shots tonight
Nineteen forty-two, nineteen ninety vibe

Nineteen ninety vibe
Nineteen ninety vibe, nineteen ninety vibe
We on the cool vibration
We keep it chill, no stress and no basics
'Cause that's the feeling, what's up

Nineteen ninety vibe
Nineteen-ninety vibe, nineteen-ninety vibe
We on the cool vibration
We keep it chill, no stress and no basics
That's the feeling, what's up



Credits
Writer(s): Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Patrick Hayes, Bryan James Sledge, Luke Boyd, Jamaica Maurice Smith, Ryan Toby, Ronnie James Tucker
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