Good Flirts (feat. Kendrick Lamar & Momo Boyd) 歌词

You used to call my phone on a Friday night It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over, yet You always called my phone on a Friday night (night) It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger? Don't you love lettin' out a good cry, baby? Ain't coming home on a Friday night I'm all good, my hips still wine Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger? Don't you love lettin' out a– cry? Ain't coming home on a Friday night I'm all good, my hips still wine You was almost like my safe haven, but you ended up actin' up, baby Barely together even, you always playin' Now you hatin' 'cause what these bitches be sayin' Like, I ain't never took you on vacation? What gets me, they stay hatin' It's crazy 'cause you had everythin' they chasin', like Somebody you can call on, a place you can call home until it went all wrong Shawty, you on one You used to call my phone on a Friday night It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over, yet You always called my phone on a Friday night (night) It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger? Don't you love lettin' out a good cry, baby? Ain't coming home on a Friday night I'm all good, my hips still wine Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger? Don't you love lettin' out a– cry? Ain't coming home on a Friday night I'm all good, my hips still wine I never knew a luh-luh-luh, a love like this Flood your contour, make you blush like this Fuck a friend zone when you hug like this Nibble on your ear, touch your butt like this, we adjust like this If God's a girl, then in God we trust like this To be honest, niggas love love too Shit, I gossip with my bitch like I'm Young Thug too Dumb lungs on you, spun the hair bun loose Rightin' wrongs till they come with royalties and pub too (Where you at?) At the house with it, watchin' Sinners (Who you with?) On the couch with my favorite sinner (Fuck that bitch) I was about to, but you convinced us Should I decorate her walls or log off the Pinterest? Uh, never too late to meditate on emotional attachments Even if I fall short from my distractions Been missin' your booty, lovin' on your booty Kissin' on your booty, crushin' on your booty Remember me? Iceberg jeans or the Trueys Duckworth, you know, street smart, but I'm goofy Wait, you must got a platinum record in the coochie (I got a platinum plaque in the coochie) Been missin' your booty, lovin' on your booty Kissin' on your booty, crushin' on your booty You used to call my phone on a Friday night It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over, yet You always called my phone on a Friday night (night) It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over