Good Girls And Snapchat Hoes
Good girls stay home
And keep they fingers on they phone
‘Cause they all friends with some bad girls
And they never go to bed on they own
‘Cause it ain’t no strings with that ass
Ain’t no wedding ring for that ass
But if we talking tight clothes or a white robe
I might put some wings on that ass (Shit)
Angel shit, I came fast
Sacrifice all religion and praise her
Sacrifice all religion and praise her
Sacrifice all religion and praise her
You got a different ringtone for your mama don’t you?
But you never answer when she calls
You just out here in the streets doing damage with your dawgs
Pretty lady in a day, turned a savage in the dark
Sunglasses and some Advil
Fake jewelry but the ass real
Bee stings from a bumble bee
Booty big enough to keep her company
But she’s down and up the street
Ooh yeah, Instagram booming, Twittercam booming
Snapchat booming, Standard Bank muted
Capture that, zoom in, ain’t that shit insane?
Every Uber she in is requested by a different name
Learning different things ‘cause she’s on a trip to fame
That means every time she rides me it feels like a different lane
Dirty as a D but her friend kept it clean
Now her ring finger got a motherfucking crystal stain
Crazy how it turned out, crazy how it turned out
All that Tru Religion and you’ve never seen a church house
You ask her how she doing, she’ll be quick to let the word out
And all she says is “If you put the work in, it’ll work out.”
‘Cause
Good girls stay home
And keep they fingers on they phone
‘Cause they all friends with some bad girls
And they never go to bed on they own
‘Cause it ain’t no strings with that ass
Ain’t no wedding ring for that ass
But if we talking tight clothes or a white robe
I might put some wings on that ass (Shit)
Angel shit, I came fast
Sacrifice all religion and praise her
Sacrifice all religion and praise her
Sacrifice all religion and praise her
She had a ass so hazardous
With gigantic tits
Goddamn she thick
I had to grab them shits
But she a snake ass bitch, got fangs and shit
Always holding out her hands and shit
She only after the cash and shit
But she won’t get a penny if my mans don’t hit
You ain’t got no reason to be scandalous
Out here demanding shit
Thinking you got it ‘cause what’s busting out them pants is thick
Bitch look in the ocean there's a gang of fish
Look in my eyes and see the standards miss
Miss me with a C, things between me and Sam was just
Not strong the bond was weakening
The distance was too long to reconnect
Her patience and arms too short to reach for me
I’m going through something, watch your tone when you speak to me
That bullshit has got to hit the streets for me
That bullshit is both shit and pee to me
That bullshit is just sounding like Greek to me
I like my bitches quiet as a mute man
I like my bitches grounded like some shoes man
I like my bitches wetter than a loo man
I like my bitches naked as the truth man
Right now, ain’t no time to waste around here
It ain’t no time to waste around here
‘Cause the fame come and go
And the bitches come and go
And the money come and go, just like some guests around here
But I’m good, young Kanye West around here
And if my Kardashian snaps, she get served
Not snapping like the rest around here
And so I need a side plate of brains with the breasts around here