Good Flirts Lyrics – Baby Keem

Read the full Good Flirts lyrics by Baby Keem from the album Ca$ino along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Baby Keem’s music, you can also explore Ca$ino and No Security, two other songs by Baby Keem.

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
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

[Post-Chorus: Momo Boyd]
Don’t you love a good flirt with a stranger?
Don’t you love letting 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 letting out a cry?
Ain’t coming home on a Friday night
I’m all good, my hips still wine

[Verse 1: Baby Keem]
You was almost like my safe haven, but you ended up acting up, baby
Barely together even, you always playing
Now you hating ’cause what these b!tchеs be saying
Like, I ain’t nevеr took you on vacation?
What gets me, they stay hating
It’s crazy ’cause you had everything they chasing
Like, somebody you can call on, a place you can call home until it went all wrong
Shawty, you on one

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
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

[Post-Chorus: Momo Boyd]
Don’t you love a good flirt with a stranger?
Don’t you love letting 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 letting out a cry?
Ain’t coming home on a Friday night
I’m all good, my hips still wine

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & Baby Keem]
I never knew a luh-luh-luh, a love like this
Flood your contour, make you blush like this
Fu*k a friend zone when you hug like this
Nibble on your ear, touch your butt like this, we’re just like this
If God’s a girl, then in God we trust like this
To be honest, n!ggas love love too
S*it, I gossip with my b!tch like I’m Young Thug too
Dumb lungs on you, spun the hairbun loose
Righting wrongs, ’til they come with royalties and pub too
Where you at? At the house with it, watching Sinners
Who you with? On the couch with my favorite sinner
Fu*k that b!tch, 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 emotion or attachments
Even if I fall short from my distractions
Been missing your booty, loving on your booty
Kissing on your booty, crushing on your booty
Remember me? Iceberg jeans or the Trueys
Duckworth, you know, street smart, but I’m goofy
Wait, you must’ve got a platinum record in the coochie
I got a platinum plaque in the coochie
Been missing your booty, loving on your booty
Kissing on your booty, crushing on your booty

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
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