Letra de Good 2 You - Latto

(Feat. Ciara)

One, two, three, four

Uh, yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah, yeah

Uh

You my little fav, tryna be your girl (Trying)

When you gon' find another me? (Huh? Huh, my baby?)

I can't read your mind, won't you tell me more?

But I think you were made for me (Huh? Huh, my 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 you 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 niggas' 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 (Trying)

When you gon' find another me? (Huh? Huh, my baby?)

I can't read your mind, won't you tell me more?

But I think you were made for me (Huh? Huh, my 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 (Too)

Lamborghini Huracán Coupé (Skrrt)

He said that I'm his fantasy, he want a bitch like New New (Uh)

Ain't going back and forth with no bitches, y'all hoes delulu (Brr)

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 (Tuh)

I'm a dime, and niggas' 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, my baby?)

I can't read your mind, won't you tell me more?

But I think you were made for me (Huh? Huh, my 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—

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