So Good

I, brought that bag around you
Girl I damn near found you
Round three, fuck round two
Shit be different every time I'm deep inside of it
Hold it down for me, you the passenger I'm driving
Baby talking dirty like a Call of Duty lobby
Bipping in that demon, feeling like I'm Ricky Bobby
And wasn't you the one that tried to tell me that you love me, girl

I can buy you fancy things and you like that
With that attitude, I send you right back
I get money, ain't time for no chit chat
I don't pillow talk about bitches, I just hit that
And you can't be blind to no big facts
Big Shaq, balling with me, it's a mismatch
Ain't got time for no mishap
Break your ass in half just like a Kit Kat
Barry Bonds, I'll hit it so good
Damn
She my shawty, I'll beat a nigga, ass for you
Try me, I swear to God
Upgrade her to a foreign, baby, ain't no more jag

For you, for you, nah
Pretty bitches got class, bad bitches got ass
It's two hundred on the dash, Ima push it to the max



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Writer(s): Larry Hall
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