Good Flirts

Album: Ca$ino (2026)
Charted: 34
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  • You used to call my phone on a Friday night
    It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over, yeah
    You always called my phone on a Friday night (night)
    It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over

    Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?
    Don't you love lettin' out a good cry, baby?
    Ain't coming home on a Friday night
    I'm all good, my hips still wine
    Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?
    Don't you love lettin' out a cry?
    Ain't coming home on a Friday night
    I'm all good, my hips still wine

    You was almost like my safe haven, but you ended up actin' up, baby
    Barely together even, you always playin'
    Now you hatin' 'cause what these bitches be sayin'
    Like, I ain't never took you on vacation?
    What gets me, they stay hatin'
    It's crazy 'cause you had everythin' they chasin'
    Like, somebody you can call on
    A place you can call home, until it went all wrong
    Shawty, you on one

    You used to call my phone on a Friday night
    It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over, yeah
    You always called my phone on a Friday night (night)
    It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over

    Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?
    Don't you love lettin' out a good cry, baby?
    Ain't coming home on a Friday night
    I'm all good, my hips still wine
    Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?
    Don't you love lettin' out a cry?
    Ain't coming home on a Friday night
    I'm all good, my hips still wine

    I never knew a luh-luh-luh, a love like this
    Flood your contour, make you blush like this
    Fuck a friend zone when you hug like this
    Nibble on your ear, touch your butt like this, we adjust like this
    If God's a girl, then in God we trust like this
    To be honest, niggas love love too
    Shit, I gossip with my bitch like I'm Young Thug too
    Dumb lungs on you, spun the hairbun loose
    Rightin' wrongs, 'til they come with royalties and pub too
    (Where you at?) At the house with it, watchin' Sinners
    (Who you with?) On the couch with my favorite sinner
    (Fuck that bitch) I was about to, but you convinced us
    Should I decorate her walls or log off the Pinterest?
    Uh, never too late to meditate on emotional attachments
    Even if I fall short from my distractions
    Been missin' your booty, lovin' on your booty
    Kissin' on your booty, crushin' on your booty
    Remember me? Iceberg jeans or the Trueys
    Duckworth, you know, street smart, but I'm goofy
    Wait, you must got a platinum record in the coochie
    (I got a platinum plaque in the coochie)
    Been missin' your booty, lovin' on your booty
    Kissin' on your booty, crushin' on your booty

    You used to call my phone on a Friday night
    It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over, yeah
    You always called my phone on a Friday night (night)
    It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over Writer/s: Bobby Caldwell, Bruce Malament, Burt Bacharach, Cydel Charles Young, Hal David, Hykeem Carter, James Yancey, Kayla Le, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Norman Harris, Teddy Danso Sarpong, Teo Halm, Tobias Breuer
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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