Glasses Malone - That Good Lyrics
Push er in division babyDollar signI got that good get it girlI already know that I’m the shit girlAnd if I ***** with you then you see it tooGirl stop playin what that shit soDollar sign push ya in the label babyThat whole 10 big, getting paper babyPresidential Rollies and them red bottlesAnything cheesy but you know I got itYou know I got itWhere the ladies at?If you got some good ***** baby say yea yeaSay yea yeaIf it taste like water let me hear you hallaIn the club with the homies popping all the bottlesDollar sign!Now we ain’t going to the barGirl you *****in with a starI like the way you wind that skirtDon’t let a nigga go to workGo to work, go to workGirl I give you that good dickGirl I give you that good dick***** with me and get some good dickGirl I give you that good dick***** around, ***** aroundGood dickGirl I give you that good dickYou gon ***** around and get some good dickThat goodGirl I give you that good dick***** around, ***** aroundAnd I, and I put that on the hoodI’mma give it to you goodI’mma do it like you shouldSay that ***** deathrow, call me sureHa! Run it then beat it upOnce you feel it in your stomach then eat it upAnd it ain’t no keeping upShe ain’t hitting her, no tight – deep enoughI go deeperMillion dollar sign, this the sleeperMillion dollar dream, you near my Mercedes girlSo when I scoop you baby girlNow we ain’t going to the barGirl you *****in with a starI like the way you wind that skirtDon’t let a nigga go to workGo to work, go to workGirl I give you that good dickGirl I give you that good dick***** with me and get some good dickGirl I give you that good dick***** around, ***** aroundGood dickGirl I give you that good dickYou gon ***** around and get some good dickThat goodGirl I give you that good dick***** around, ***** aroundAye, we can get it in the boothOr we can take you to the coupeWe can do it on the far what it doIt’s when I’m in it had left my Mercedes now wooWoa, we can get it in the boothOr we can take you to the coupeWe can do it on the far what it doGo to war on the *****, better call the troopsThat’s the truth, truthfully you never had beenThere’s the X’s, why the Z’s like the last letter?Then I mash like potatoes, I’m a cash getterBaby blast, never let me downNow we ain’t going to the barGirl you *****in with a starI like the way you wind that skirtDon’t let a nigga go to workGo to workGirl I give you that good dickGirl I give you that good dick***** with me and get some good dickGirl I give you that good dick***** around, ***** aroundGood dickGirl I give you that good dickYou gon ***** around and get some good dickGirl I give you that good dick***** around, ***** around
