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letra de i like - good intent

[hook: good intent]
i like clothes
i like hoes
i like dough
i need more, aye
i need more, i need more
i need more, aye
i need more, i need more
i need more, ay
i like clothes
i like hoes
i like dough
i need more, aye
i need more, i need more
i need more, aye
i need more, i need more
i need more, ay

[verse 1: good intent]
i feel like metro boomin’
cause i want some more
spanish b-tch, ruby choker
all around her throat
i swear i jump into the
crowd at all my shows
and i swear my b-tch jump
in the bed, geronimo
and my babymama ask me if
i see these hoes
i swear these legs get to rappin’
like they shawty lo
if a lady wanna talk
direct em to my bro
he dat way, yeah dat way
ooh, ooh

beat the p-ssy up, rocky
put the rocks up in my sake
if she want me, then she gonna cop me
but i’ll never take her shoppin’
asian b-tch eatin’ pocky
she hip to me jus like she hop-y
in her spare time like a hobby
take it fast, no ricky bobby
shawty gon’ gimme toppy
10, 4, to the copy
we gon’ turn it up in the nightclub
then, we bring it to lobby
ladies actin’ so naughty
she off the bean, she so sloppy
ya lady say i’m so hot-y
shoot her down like an opp-y

[verse 2: nrk shonen]
i like the glitz and the glamour
young n-gg- feelin’ like a star
red carpet gala
i copped a hollywood blonde
stunt double, no actor
foreign car, drive faster
rolling stone, mick jagger
i’m a beautiful disaster
i like to step in valentino
all of my b-tches illegal
i need a girl who throw down in the kitchen
dark-skinned and speak creole
now i’m rollin’ off the x, man
shonen feelin’ like an x-men
young surf, that’s my homie
good intent, that’s my best friend

i need more of the fast life
hi-tek, yeah, that act right
scottish wench from the u.k
she gon’ blow me like some bag pipes
i like strutting in versace
avionne wrist rocky
i need more excitement
need a rush to feel my heartbeat
lil shawty in the c-rs-at
she want more of the long d-ck
mix the molly with the dramamine
now, she swear she carsick
lamborghini, yeah, the car sick
living my life like a sinner
we just moving like the a-lists
we just moving like the winners

[verse 3: surf]
she give top like amber cole
p-ssy bald like amber rose
f-ck that b-tch, then i gotta go
“you the best,” yeah, i suppose
imma hit em on the nose
where i’m from, n-body know
you amateur, boy, i’m a pro
yeah, i know just how it go
i can’t trust n-body, no
all these b-tches kiss and tell
i can tell these boys is p-ssy
i can tell just by the smell
i’m the sh-t, i need cottonelle
pull up on you, i’m raising h-ll
i can tell these boys want pressure
imma send that sh-t by the mail

aye, ooh
i know i been making money, i want more
aye, ooh
i know i can spend your fortune on my toes
aye, ooh
why you tryna be like me; that sh-t is gross
aye, ooh
lately, i been running up with my bros
aye, ooh
yeah, me and good intent, yeah, it’s a hit
aye, ooh
every time i leave yo girl, she throw a fit
aye, ooh
i can k!ll the whole game and make you quit
aye, ooh
i want more money and power with this sh-t

- good intent

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