Lyrics go girl - Luke James, Ro James, BJ The Chicago Kid

go girl

We smoked out on the couch watching Martin scream and shout
It’s funny how he’s always kicking Pam up out the house (Get out)
It’s sunny and it’s Sunday but you lazy when it counts
You lazy when it counts, but you always put it down, yeah
With yo' mismatched socks on
Your Erykah Badu-ism I’ll never need Tyrone
Nah-nah and we in a free zone
That systematic beat the matrix, they catch the dial tone
Ooh preacher
Her sex is overwhelming
Got me screaming, «Sweet Lord!»
Oh Lord, yeah
I don’t wanna seem erratic
But the vibe is time traveling
And that’s what you call a classic
(1990 vibe)
Vibe
(1990 vibe)
We on a cool vibration
We keep it chill
No stressing, no basics
That’s the feeling, what’s up?
(1990 vibe)
(1990 vibe)
(Oh shit)
We on a cool vibration
We keep it chill
No stressing, no basics
That’s the feeling, what’s up?
Go girl, go girl, go girl, girl
Go girl, go girl
More than just some honey
I mean you really do know me
True, never had to lie to you
Probably wouldn’t know how the hell to do it, uh
Make love anywhere, don’t need a reason
I’ma tell her secrets when we sex she ain’t no vegan (Yeah)
Plus she get an attitude every time I’m leaving (Every time)
Oxtails, peas and rice if she’s loving what she’s receiving (Oh)
Mean it
And in our sleep, yeah, we some freaks
We always at our peak
Even in public, yeah, I rub it
Touching her, she touching me
Even arguing, even cussing
Then we hugging and we lovin'
Then we fuckin', then we touchin'
Then I rub it back to sleep
Go girl!
Oh whoa, yeah
Go girl, go girl, go girl, girl
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
Uh, go girl, go girl, go girl, girl
Oh go, girl
Go girl, go girl
Oh my God
You show out, you show off
Oh my God, oh my God!
Ride it all, don’t fall off
You a star, you a diva, baby (Yeah)
A living legend
Down to earth like Issa Rae (Yeah, yeah)
Even though you from Heaven
We be laughing all day
We drinking, we fucking and got good tree on the way (Oh yeah)
Good smoking, good munching, got Uber Eats on the way (Oh yeah)
Calamari, salmon, don’t trip, don’t panic
We so high, we so high, we too high to land it
So we gon' keep it in the atmosphere (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I’ma put a kiss right there (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Salt and lime girl, we take shots tonight
1942, 1990 vibe
(1990 vibe)
Vibe
(1990 vibe)
1990 vibe
We on a cool vibration (Yeah)
We keep it chill
No stressing, no basics
That’s the feeling, what’s up?
(Nine-nine, 1990 vibe)
(1990 vibe)
(Oh shit)
1990 vibe
We on a cool vibration (Ooh yeah)
We keep it chill
No stressing and no basics
That’s the feeling, what’s up?
(What's up? What’s up?)