Lyrics to Good Girls 2
Good girls, hood guys, good girls
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Mm, mm
Yeah
Fuck with a hitter
Good girls love hood guys
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Wanna fuck with a hitter
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Good girls love hood guys
Good girls love hood guys, don't know why
She wanna fuck with a savage that wear the purplest rag
The one that really was trappin' and made it out with the bag
She say she fuck with my fashion and like the way that I swag
I don't know if we compatible, told me she was a Sag'
And I'm a king, I'm a Leo, might make a statue of me
Go on a bad bitch, I'm the first to keep it capital P
Your bitch'll suck a nigga dick and use my Kapital tee
She on that oversized shit, lеft with my Kapital jeans
Fuck her ten timеs 'cause said she fashionista
She tryna go viral, might fuck me for a feature
New York Fashion Week, I fucked a famous bitch on accident
Never heard my song, but she still told me I was passionate
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Mm, mm
Yeah
Fuck with a hitter
Good girls love hood guys
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Wanna fuck with a hitter
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Good girls
Hood guys
Good girls love hood guys, don't know why
Mama white, daddy Black, I met a G and got attatched
He be thuggin' in these streets, OG ain't like the sound of that
His pockets fat, he runnin' track, over me, he'll lay you flat
I don't like to splat, play with him, I'ma beat your ass
My eyes, his lips, my dimples, his skin
I just got sidetracked daydreamin' 'bout our kids
Them hoes old news, they lose, we win
Ain't no goin' back, I'm with you 'til the end
I'ma ride for him like he ride for me
Even if we get flicked, then I'll be his co-D
My lips sealed, cash the lawyer out, get the case beat
Hold him down 'til he back on his feet
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Mm, mm
Yeah
Fuck with a hitter
Good girls love hood guys
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Wanna fuck with a hitter
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Good girls
Hood guys
Good girls love hood guys, don't know why
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Mm, mm
Yeah
Fuck with a hitter
Good girls love hood guys
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Wanna fuck with a hitter
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Good girls love hood guys
Good girls love hood guys, don't know why
She wanna fuck with a savage that wear the purplest rag
The one that really was trappin' and made it out with the bag
She say she fuck with my fashion and like the way that I swag
I don't know if we compatible, told me she was a Sag'
And I'm a king, I'm a Leo, might make a statue of me
Go on a bad bitch, I'm the first to keep it capital P
Your bitch'll suck a nigga dick and use my Kapital tee
She on that oversized shit, lеft with my Kapital jeans
Fuck her ten timеs 'cause said she fashionista
She tryna go viral, might fuck me for a feature
New York Fashion Week, I fucked a famous bitch on accident
Never heard my song, but she still told me I was passionate
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Mm, mm
Yeah
Fuck with a hitter
Good girls love hood guys
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Wanna fuck with a hitter
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Good girls
Hood guys
Good girls love hood guys, don't know why
Mama white, daddy Black, I met a G and got attatched
He be thuggin' in these streets, OG ain't like the sound of that
His pockets fat, he runnin' track, over me, he'll lay you flat
I don't like to splat, play with him, I'ma beat your ass
My eyes, his lips, my dimples, his skin
I just got sidetracked daydreamin' 'bout our kids
Them hoes old news, they lose, we win
Ain't no goin' back, I'm with you 'til the end
I'ma ride for him like he ride for me
Even if we get flicked, then I'll be his co-D
My lips sealed, cash the lawyer out, get the case beat
Hold him down 'til he back on his feet
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Mm, mm
Yeah
Fuck with a hitter
Good girls love hood guys
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Wanna fuck with a hitter
She wanna fuck with a hitter
Good girls
Hood guys
Good girls love hood guys, don't know why
