City Girls and USHER - Good Love

Yeah (beat it up, beat it up, beat it up)
They want Usher, baby (beat it up, beat it up, beat it up)
Fr-freaky (beat it up, beat it up, beat it up)
ATL, City Girls (beat it up, beat it up, beat it up)
Ladies in the house tonight if you ready (fr-freaky)
(Mr. Hanky)

You say, yeah, you say that you want good love
Girl, I can give it to you (give it to me)
Wanna lay you down, make you fall in love
All the freaky things that I can do (ooh)
I can freak you 'til the mornin' (yeah)
Get on top and ride on it (ride, ride, ride)
Eighty ways, I'll keep you comin' (beat it up, beat it up, beat it up)
Any way that you want it (uh)
I can freak you in the daytime (ooh)
If you up or late night (uh-huh)
I'ma let you control it (yeah)
Any way that you want it (City Girl shit)
I can freak you

Pull up lookin' too good
Too hood, on my star shit (I am)
Showin' my coochie print (yeah)
Crop top, no bra, bitch
Gon' head, pat me down (pat me down)
To the table, sit me down (let's go)
In the middle of the crowd (like this)
Okay, let's order rounds
Bring out that Ace of Spades, DeLeón and lemonade (ayy)
Sit me center stage and watch me do my thing
Like don't stop, get it, get it, ooh, ooh, hit it, hit it
Look back, swirl, twist it, we just them city bitches

You say, yeah, you say that you want good love (I do)
Girl, I can give it to you (let's go, let's go, freaky, freaky)
Wanna lay you down, make you fall in love
All the freaky things that I can do
I can freak you 'til the mornin' (yeah)
Get on top and ride on it (ride, ride, ride)
Eighty ways, I'll keep you comin' (beat it up, beat it up, beat it up)
Any way that you want it (uh, uh)
I can freak you in the daytime (ooh)
If you up or late night (uh-huh)
I'ma let you control it (yeah)
Any way that you want it (ayy, ayy)
I can freak you

Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
If that nigga broke, then make that ass freeze
We ain't shakin' ass for niggas with no cheese (nah)
And we ain't pullin' up for niggas with no keys (no)
I don't want a drink, where the bottles at? (Where they at?)
Sit right here, pay for the tab (right here)
Me and my bitches gon' make you laugh (hahaha)
And when we done with you, we gon' send you back
Big booty, big bag, they big mad
I pull up flexin' on they bitch ass
He want a good girl, that's too bad
I'm so cunty, I'm too bad

You say, yeah, you say that you want good love (I do)
Girl, I can give it to you (let's go, let's go, freaky, freaky)
Wanna lay you down, make you fall in love
All the freaky things that I can do
I can freak you 'til the mornin' (yeah)
Get on top and ride on it (ride, ride, ride)
Eighty ways, I'll keep you comin' (beat it up, beat it up, beat it up)
Any way that you want it (uh, uh)
I can freak you in the daytime (ooh)
If you up or late night (uh-huh)
I'ma let you control it (yeah)
Any way that you want it
I can freak you

Yeah, oh
Fr-freaky (fr-freaky)
Oh (don't stop, beat it, beat it)
(Don't stop, beat it, beat it)
Fr-freaky
(Don't stop, beat it, beat it)
(Don't stop, beat it, beat it)
Fr-freaky
City Boys

Written by:
Caresha Brownlee, Corey Dennard, Harry Casey, Jatavia Johnson, Jonathan Smith, Kinta Cox, Lathun Grady, Luther Campbell, Nija Charles, Paul Lewis, Rick Finch, Tony Butler, Usher Raymond IV

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave

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