Baby Keem - Good Flirts (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Baby Keem - Good Flirts (en) Lyrics
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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 (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 lettin' out a cry?
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 bitchеs be sayin'
Like, I ain't nevеr 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
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 adjust 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 hair bun 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 emotional 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 got a platinum
record in the coochie
(I got a platinum plaque
in the coochie)
Please support me on
PATREON Thank you!