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nate good - good looks lyrics

[hook]
big enough ain’t big enough
this house ain’t built for the two of us
maybe you should take a little peek into the rear view
you could probably get a better view of us
comin’ in red hot, goin’ for the guts though
yeah, goin’ for the glory takes guts though
i think i got the stuff though, when it’s cut throat
hit it like i’m kobe in a clutch though
if you give me props, good looks
yeah, yeah, stay up like a good book
i od on a good beat tryna make a fund
the nose bleeds, to the good seats
i’m just looking for a good time
they just looking for a contact
sorry, it’s the wrong time
you can hit me online, we can talk about the contract

[verse 1]
tryna get my feet wet
yeah, lemme get a heat check
sick wit’ it, man i think i got a defect
lil mama, you should pop it in a tape that
’bout to take it from the cellar to apex
for pete’s sake, put the money in the briefcase
f-ck a rebate, never been a cheapskate
if you need nay, i’ll be chillin’ in the p stay
workin’ on a top ten replay
making big plays, i’m a ship-shape, mixtape
soundin’ like a “get rich quick” tape
lil mama, turn it up and let it rotate
bring it back for me, kinda like a cold case
look at shawty like i might’ve found a soul mate
va, gotta do it for my home state
plus i wouldn’t mind a rolly with a gold face
[?]

[verse 2]
try to tell ’em that you should hang tight
had to go and get the aim right
let me explain, right
six weeks, four beats, four hooks, all shook, like poof
and i’m cooking on the same night
this ain’t right
lil mama, do you love it or what?
i’m on a roll, i got people tryna b-tter me up
the funny thing about the truth, you can’t cover it up
f-ck a follow, all i ever do, is follow my gut
you’re the next up, yeah yeah, wish ya’ best, love
know i’m ’bout to get it buzzin’ like a fresh cut
ironic that you couldn’t cut it, i’m a guess what
you’re due for a check up from the neck up
just a couple of us got what it takes
cattle in the air, ’cause i’m raising the steaks
my man, tropicana, ’cause i like how it tastes
while i dip, dop, dodge, duck, dunk in your face

[verse 3]
it’s my thirty-third bar, i just p-ssed mars
a thoroughbred star, like a young [?]
my last sh-t nice, but my next sh-t mean
every verse so fly, call ’em f-16
middle finger to the sky, yelling what the f-ck’s up?
i don’t hear n-body coming, baby girl it’s just us
put my fingers in your mouth while your down, like uh!
doggy style like, ruff!
got the truck fogged up
when the b-ss go thump, whole place go
uh oh, trouble, i don’t really think so buckoo
my knees won’t buckle
i could flow bare knuckles
and it’s going to my head like some champagne bubbles
sh-t, it’s getting real, like the last date
shaq flow, you gon’ hear the shatter when the gl-ss break
benchmark [?], that’s my only criteria
these kids are all about me, like fights in the cafeteria

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