I can tell she like me cause she dropped it and say
Baby it’s go-o-o-o-d, go-oh-oh-oh-od, go-oh-oh-oh-od

I love how it good but it’s hood good

Good, good, good, good

So good, in stokers, with a body looking like miss parker

That bindess, my author, she now cuffed in posters

You hang me up in your locker, you check me out, you doctor

So fly, wanna swatter, when you spot her
Money team like I could have been a boxer
Talk dirty to me on voxer
Need a bad boy with a chopper
But I’m a good girl talk proper
Beeny haunt, stay for the lobster
Love it, love it, love it when you need it
Cause I really mean it, I repeat it
Pick stitch him so conceeded
Tell that other chick she so not needed
I know she can’t leave me alone
And I can’t wait to see how low she can go
I love he