"Good Flirts" lyrics
(feat. Kendrick Lamar & Momo Boyd)
You used to call my phone on a Friday night
It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over, yeah
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, yeah
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're just 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 hairbun loose
Rightin' wrongs, 'til 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 emotion or 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've 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, yeah
You always called my phone on a Friday night (Night)
It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over
It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over, yeah
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, yeah
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're just 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 hairbun loose
Rightin' wrongs, 'til 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 emotion or 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've 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, yeah
You always called my phone on a Friday night (Night)
It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over
