Ur So Good

I run game fast like a track meet
Been getting ass, like a back seat
More women in my car than a taxi
Kill the cat, like I'm Scar, with a stampede
In the cut, like cigars, when I pack weed
In her guts, at the bar, in the back street
Her man hit her, but I got the dick he can't beat
That's why her hands, on my balls, like an athlete
Going dummy in her belly, like I can't read
While you blowing up her celly, homey that's weak
Keep my nine in her throat, like I pack heat
Answering her phone, like hey yo, she can't speak
Loves, when I bust, and plus, she thinks I rap neat
My brains got her in lust, only half deep
She was eating like a vegan, till she had me
Telling all her friends, I'm the secret that she can't keep



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Writer(s): Andrew Jon Kopilec, Kevin Patrick Mason, Desmond Elias Ford, Shawn Delane Nevin
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