Ms Good Coochie
Ms Good Coochie
Aye
Aye
Aye where is you at
You out of town but I need it now
Ima send you the jet
I'm ready to pound
Versace sheets when I'm laying you down
I be gripping her neck
I be gripping her hair
Feel like a barrette
I was fucking a blonde
New bitch a brunette
The bitch on my arm I call her Patek
The crib on my wrist might be a baguette
Huh
Ms Good Coochie
She know what she do to me
She get wet
She can have my wallet cause she got good pussy
Don't need no rest
We be going for a minute when we having sex
Send the lurking emoji
She hard to detect
We gone fuck till the morning
She dripping in sweat
Huh
Yes
Lil mama got body
I'm loving the curves
Give me head while I'm driving
She making me swerve
Have her biting the pillow
She can't say a word
Yes
I love her to death but she get on my nerves
She get what she want
That's what she deserve
I watch her undress
Sit back & observe
She get what she want
That's what she deserve
I watch her undress
Sit back & observe
Ms Good Coochie
She get what she want
That's what she deserve
I watch her undress
Sit back & observe
Huh
Ms Good Coochie
Nasty
That's how she get when she get around me
Sometimes I call her Ms Macaroni
Whenever we fuck that's how she be sounding
That's how she be sounding
Yes
Get whatever she want whenever she with me
Locked in forever
I'm Bobby she Whitney
I'd died for this bitch
I'd give up a kidney
I'd give up a kidney
Aye Where is you at
You out of town but I need it now
Ima send you the jet
I'm ready to pound
Versace sheets when I'm laying you down
I be gripping her neck
I be gripping her hair
Feel like a barrette
I was fucking a blonde
New bitch a brunette
The bitch on my arm I call her Patek
The crib on my wrist might be a baguette
Huh
Come here
I want you to put it on me
I want you to fuck me so good that I buy you a purse with the C's on it
We can fuck in the back of the car In the back of the car
It don't matter wherever we are Wherever we are
Get it cracking we parked in the lot
Look up in the Wraith see stars
See stars
Let me hit from the back
Back
Keep on cumming
She don't know how to act
She don't know how to act
Baby this that
Baby this that
Always wanted a Nigga that come from the Raq
Baby I'm that
Baby I'm that
I was gone for a minute but baby I'm back
Baby I'm back
I was gone for a minute but baby I'm back
Yeah
We can fuck in the back of the car it don't matter wherever we are
Get it cracking we parked in the lot
Look up in the Wraith see stars
Look up in the Wraith see stars
Aye
Aye
Aye where is you at
You out of town but I need it now
Ima send you the jet
I'm ready to pound
Versace sheets when I'm laying you down
I be gripping her neck
I be gripping her hair
Feel like a barrette
I was fucking a blonde
New bitch a brunette
The bitch on my arm I call her Patek
The crib on my wrist might be a baguette
Huh
Ms Good Coochie
She know what she do to me
She get wet
She can have my wallet cause she got good pussy
Don't need no rest
We be going for a minute when we having sex
Send the lurking emoji
She hard to detect
We gone fuck till the morning
She dripping in sweat
Huh
Yes
Lil mama got body
I'm loving the curves
Give me head while I'm driving
She making me swerve
Have her biting the pillow
She can't say a word
Yes
I love her to death but she get on my nerves
She get what she want
That's what she deserve
I watch her undress
Sit back & observe
She get what she want
That's what she deserve
I watch her undress
Sit back & observe
Ms Good Coochie
She get what she want
That's what she deserve
I watch her undress
Sit back & observe
Huh
Ms Good Coochie
Nasty
That's how she get when she get around me
Sometimes I call her Ms Macaroni
Whenever we fuck that's how she be sounding
That's how she be sounding
Yes
Get whatever she want whenever she with me
Locked in forever
I'm Bobby she Whitney
I'd died for this bitch
I'd give up a kidney
I'd give up a kidney
Aye Where is you at
You out of town but I need it now
Ima send you the jet
I'm ready to pound
Versace sheets when I'm laying you down
I be gripping her neck
I be gripping her hair
Feel like a barrette
I was fucking a blonde
New bitch a brunette
The bitch on my arm I call her Patek
The crib on my wrist might be a baguette
Huh
Come here
I want you to put it on me
I want you to fuck me so good that I buy you a purse with the C's on it
We can fuck in the back of the car In the back of the car
It don't matter wherever we are Wherever we are
Get it cracking we parked in the lot
Look up in the Wraith see stars
See stars
Let me hit from the back
Back
Keep on cumming
She don't know how to act
She don't know how to act
Baby this that
Baby this that
Always wanted a Nigga that come from the Raq
Baby I'm that
Baby I'm that
I was gone for a minute but baby I'm back
Baby I'm back
I was gone for a minute but baby I'm back
Yeah
We can fuck in the back of the car it don't matter wherever we are
Get it cracking we parked in the lot
Look up in the Wraith see stars
Look up in the Wraith see stars
Credits
Writer(s): Big Dior
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