Good P - Juicy J
Lyrics by：Jordan Houston/Xavier Beard/Michael Foster/Anthony Holmes Jr.
Composed by：Jordan Houston/Xavier Beard/Michael Foster/Anthony Holmes Jr.
Produced by：Hitkidd
And for that girl backstage
Let me make it publicly clear
Never mind who you thought I was
I'm Rick James
Ooh this a
Ooh this a
Ooh this a
Ooh this a
Ooh this a bug I just let her pop her
You sloppy suckin' good havin'
Make 'em feel uncomfortable when you walkin' past
In them lil' bitty shorts and that big ol'
H-O-O-C-H-I-E mama
Yeah she goin' places got her future right behind her
She a hoochie mama so her kids could never find her
She want you to bust while the still inside her
She actin' so bad I see your
Don't be surprised I wanna right now
We see you dress fast
Strong just like plexgl
I'm smokin' jet gas
I askd her why you near naked?
And she said it's just
You a ratchet diva big pleaser
She swallowed the nut
I didn't get to Mona Lis' her
We tweak on reefer she get high she turn her freak up
But she don't like it when I pop Percs
'Cause she can't keep up
She sellin' content that mean everybody seen her
Victoria Secrets who seen it first?
Social media
She crave attention
She'll wear some that'll make you listen
Just pay attention
All your homies in her mentions
Ooh this a bug I just let her pop her
You sloppy suckin' good havin'
Make 'em feel uncomfortable when you walkin' past
In them lil' bitty shorts and that big ol'
H-O-O-C-H-I-E mama
Yeah she goin' places got her future right behind her
She a hoochie mama so her kids could never find her
She want you to bust while the still inside her
These hoochie mama's always startin' drama fasho
But she look so good
I can't kick her out the door
Baby so bad you'll let her tamper with your credit score
Big booty lil' shorts got me tryna see more
Tryna see more
I met a lil' freak in hollywood at the grove
She dropped her car keys
And squatted down to the floor
Good lord you turn a good man rogue
And she hood fine
But she could still model for Vouge
She the type to hit the club
And put that boy on the ropes
She look so good that all a could do is just hope
Outta all her friends
She the one be curvin' the most
I told that I'm stackin' bread
And I ain't finna make toast
Finna make toast
Ooh this a bug I just let her pop her
You sloppy suckin' good havin'
Make 'em feel uncomfortable when you walkin' past
In them lil' bitty shorts and that big ol'
H-O-O-C-H-I-E mama
Yeah she goin' places got her future right behind her
She a hoochie mama so her kids could never find her
She want you to bust while the still inside her
Alright
Alright
