Good

I like to cool out in the Telly on some suite shit
Sippin' white wine but I ain't on that sweet shit
I got a sweet tooth for good vagina
Pretty mama sit on my face the moment that we sKatana

I'm a dog and your kitty got me fiending
Curious as fuck I'm tryna find the hidden meaning
Of life between your legs, the Bermuda Triangle
No wonder dudes be getting lost, man they can't afford the cost

But I can, I'm obsessed with the way that you smell
Is that Chanel, god damn there's no way I can tell
It could easily just be your natural body odor
You ride clean babi, shout out that Ferrari motor you be pushin'

Yeah, you built yourself a great life
Carving out dudes hearts with that steak knife
I guess you wasn't satisfied with just a free dinner
I'm still tryna figure who's the sinner, me or you?

I'ma have you think of me
When you with yo friends, I can't get out your mind
I'm intertwined with your damn behind
Girl, come on now

I love it when you tell me that it's good
Oooooo, so tell me that it's good
I love it cause you treat me like you should
Ooooo, so treat me like you fuckin' should

Now, through these eyes of mine, I can tell that you a dime
So bring that booty on through, cause it's fuckin' time
I'm gon' handle this, them hoes gon' say you scandalous
But don't you even trip, they lucky just to touch my dick

From yo hips to yo lips, don't forget the tits
And erything else finna get a kiss
They say "you so sexy, aw you see them lips?"
They say "you so sexy, I'm finna have them kids"

But that'll make me pull up out the pussy quick
Cause settlin' down is not on my agenda miss
I just need some legs that I can love and kiss
And when I beat it up, I get experience

Like gotta catch 'em all, here a poke ball
You thought your shit was great, but I got Master Balls
I'ma get it first and maybe hand her off
My bad Azad, I think I fucked up the song



Credits
Writer(s): Azad Poursoltany Naficy, Gibson Azizi, Michael Waler Thomas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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