paroles de chanson P. Good - Gigi

My pussy good
He said he wanna pay
When it comes to your balls
He sell bricks, say a day, uh
My pussy good
He said he wanna pay
When it comes to your balls
He sell bricks, say a day, uh

I′m sick of with it
I'm tired of being nice
I need to see doctor, I think I got too many stripes
I′m popping in the hood
My car's all white
My eyes too bright
It's brightly very nice
I got my heels on high
My game is certified
My lip gloss is popping
AS in the sky
Y′all wait until pop off and win
I′m already flying
You need to catch up
I'm like a blessing in disguise
′Cause uh

My pussy good
He said he wanna pay
When it comes to your balls
He sell bricks, say a day, uh
My pussy good
He said he wanna pay
When it comes to your balls
He sell bricks, say a day, uh

My pussy good
I know you wanna pay
Lay me down on my back and have it your way
But nahh, see I ain't going
You gotta keep me laced
I′m talking black cloth spinning every motherfucking day
Now can you handle that?
Or did your papies lose away
I got my Rolex on
And Imma this shit for bait
I see her Prada bag
What you got, it looking like a fake
But I ain't hating girl
No, you can shake it your way
′Cause uh

My pussy good
He said he wanna pay
When it comes to your balls
He sell bricks, say a day, uh
My pussy good
He said he wanna pay
When it comes to your balls
He sell bricks, say a day, uh

My pussy good
He said he wanna pay
When it comes to your balls
He sell bricks, say a day, uh
My pussy good
He said he wanna pay
When it comes to your balls
He sell bricks, say a day, uh