Good Flirts (feat. Kendrick Lamar & Momo Boyd)

Lyrics for Good Flirts (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 Yet you always called my phone on a Friday 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 comin' home on a Friday night I'm all good, my hips still whine Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger? Don't you love lettin' out a cry? Ain't comin' home on a Friday night I'm all good, my hips still whine It was almost like my safe haven, but you ended up actin' up, baby Barely together even, you always playing Now you hating 'cause what these bitches be saying Like, "Why he never took you on vacation?" What gets me, they stay hating It's crazy 'cause you had everything they chasing 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 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 comin' home on a Friday night I'm all good, my hips still whine Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger? Don't you love lettin' out a cry? Ain't comin' home on a Friday night I'm all good, my hips still whine I never knew a lo-lo-lo, 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 are just like this If God's a girl, then the 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 Righting wrongs 'til they come with royalties and pub too (Where you at?) At the house with it, watching 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 to Pinterest? Uh, never too late to meditate on emotional attachments Even if I fall short from my distractions Been missing your booty, loving on your booty Kissing on your booty, crushing on your booty Remember me? Iceberg jeans or the Trullies 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 missing your booty, loving on your booty Kissing on your booty, crushing 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 It's been over twice It's been over, we've been over