Letra de 'Good 2 U (feat. Latto)' de Ciara

One, two, three, four
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh

You my little fav, tryna be your girl
When you gon' find another me? (Huh? Huh, baby?)
I can't read your mind, won't you tell me
More?
But I think you were made for me (huh? Huh, baby?)
I want you, you want me
Just don't change
And l'il be good to you
I want you
Just don't change this lovin' (hey)
And I'll be good to you

Face down, cheeks up, that's the way I like to fuck
A-town, peace up, that's the way I give it up for real (for real)
Like daddy, let me see your grill (your grill), need a nigga in the streets for real (for real)
With a ass like this, he can tell I ain't missing no meals (damn)
You know I don't need you, but I want you thought you was player, let me coach you baby, they don't know you like I know you introduce vou to this southern culture
Sugar, honey, ice tea, just how you like, sweet
Finger-licking good, got me dripping down your white tee

I'm a dime, and nigga twelve the way they out here tryna cuff
I'm his mrs., we go trippin', give me kisses, gas me up
I can tell how you walk that you him (him), everything that you do come trim (trim)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, boy, you my fav 'cause you ain't like none of them

You my little fav, tryna be your girl
When you gon' find another me? (huh? Huh, baby?)
I can't read your mind, won't you tell me
More?
But I think you were made for me (huh? Huh, baby?)
I want you, you want me
Just don't change
And l'il be good to you
I want you
Just don't change this lovin' (hey)
And I'll be good to you

Red bitch, red bottoms, yeah, look good, fuck better, yeah
If I was you, I'd probably step too
Lamborghini huracán coupé (skrrt)
He said that I'm his fantasy, he want a bitch like new new
Ain't going back and forth with no bitches, y'all hoes delulu
One time for the housewives, one time for the pretty bitches going outside
Two times for the hoes finessing (finessing), popping that oochie na-na
I'm the one, get you a me, money long, long peachtree
Double c cha-nay-nay me, l'll never let him lil' girl me

I'm a dime, and nigga twelve the way they out here tryna cuff
I'm his mrs., we go trippin', give me kisses, gas me up
I can tell how you walk that you him (him), everything that you do come trim (trim)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, boy, you my fav 'cause you ain't like none of them

You my little fav, tryna be your girl
When you gon' find another me? (Huh? Huh, baby?)
I can't read your mind, won't you tell me
More?
But I think you were made for me (huh? Huh, baby?)
I want you, you want me
Just don't change
And l'il be good to you
I want you
Just don't change this lovin' (hey)
And I'll be good to you

Now don't have me break this thing down for nothing
Now I wanna see y'all on your baddest behavior
Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor
Ah
Here we go, oh sh—