Lil Wok - Good Girls Lyrics

I miss you, and I just want you to feel me when I say that, you're so special, and I'm
Going to try my best to relay that
Pretty girls gon' love this one, the bad bitches, the ugly bitches
You're such a good girl, but you always causing problems for the good girls, and I'm bout to pop a bottle for the good girls, all your friends are f*ckin' models

You're the good girl, she don't f*ck with niggas, she's a motherf*ckin' hood girl, she's just smoking weed about her shit, yeah, she's a cool girl
I know she notice me, I notice her, yeah, we can rule, girl
Now she's on her own, and now she's feelin' like a loser, thought I told you, I don't really like surprises, if I provoke you
I need you to tell me the right thing, nights over, she thinks I do all the wrong things, when not sober

Pretty bitches take the whole thing, and they tell you that they both ways, and I hope this ain't the hoe phase
She the type to shop at botey, it's just some shit that she won't say
She feelin' herself, she got cold swag my bae, her zone, unleashed, she's in her bag
You're such a good girl, but you always causing problems for the good girls, and I'm bout to pop a bottle for the good girls, all your friends are f*ckin' models

You're the good girl, she don't f*ck with niggas, she's a motherf*ckin' hood girl
She's just smokin' weed and bout her shit, yeah, she's a cool girl
I know she notice me, I notice her, yeah, we can rule, girl
Now she's on her own, and now she's feelin' like a loser, thought I told you, I wont let nobody fool ya

Give her couple thousands, I just tell her, don't be stupid
You a baddie, so don't let nobody use ya
Don't f*ck up these niggas, just because of what you used to
You the type to ban niggas, she the type you don't wanna lose her

You're such a good girl, but you always cause problems for the good girls, and I'm bout to pop a bottle for the good girls, all your friends are f*ckin' models
You're the good girl, she don't f*ck with niggas, she's a motherf*ckin' hood girl
She's just smokin' weed weed and bout her shit, yeah, she's a cool girl
I know she notice me, I notice her, yeah, we can rule, girl

Now she's on her own, and now she's feelin' like a loser, thought I told you, I don't really like surprises, if I provoke you, I need you to tell me the right thing
Night's over, she thinks I do all the wrong things, when not sober, pretty bitches take the whole thing
And they tell you that they both ways, and I hope this ain't the hoe phase
She the type to shop at botey, it's just some shit that she won't say

She feelin' so, she got her swag, in my bag, her zone, unleashed