Roscoe Dash - Good Good Night Lyrics

How they let me go and get a beat from Kane
I swear these 808s and snares make me go insane
Ay hold up baby girl I really wanna know your name
And let me be your Superman and you be Lois Lane
Its showtime like cable, get up on that table
I love your sexy body and I know you love this paper
The bottles coming like they got legs on them
The way I kill 'em man this beat will
Make 'em wanna call the feds on me

I'm orderin' a hundred shots of Patron
Girl you better get a cup
And once I get you home
Girl you better give it up
And we gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
We gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night

I got an open palm with cash in it
Ain't competing for MVP
I'm just tryna out do my last visit
Pockets fat like they pregnant
And 'bout to have triplets
I let twenties fly and send good ol' Benji to adlib it (I do!)
Haha, get it
I'm so far ahead
Of my time no c-section
Y'all club, we VIP section
Party bus full of women, like we next
You woulda thought it was a gym the way we flexin'
Line full of sexy ladies tryna get with me
I'm just tryna grand slam like the boy Ken Griffey
And I'm at the bar nine shots no fifty (50)
Fuck it, bring a hundred more
Everybody gettin' tipsy

I'm orderin' a hundred shots of Patron
Girl you better get a cup
And once I get you home
Girl you better give it up
And we gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
We gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night

We gon' have one hell of a time
Girl I'm feelin' fine
You know what's on my mind
Give it up (Please!)
This man in my Swisher got me flyin'
This Patron got my mind
Your sexy little body got me stuck, so what's really good
Girl I wish we really could do what we really should
I know your last boyfriend was only really good
Well I'm excellent, a sexual perfectionist
I creep up behind you, leave inside you, no exorcist
That's that extra shit, real long, extra thick
A different type of breed ,a upgrade from that metric shit
The type to make you question all the rest you messin' with
I'm tryna tell you I'm the one to hit the exit with

I'm orderin' a hundred shots of Patron
Girl you better get a cup
And once I get you home
Girl you better give it up
And we gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
We gon' have a good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night, fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night (We gon' have one hell of a time)
(And that's what I like to call, a good fuckin' night)

And, and we gon' have one hell of a time
Girl I'm feelin' fine
You know what's on my mind
Give it up
This man in my Swisher got me flyin'
This Patron got my mind
And your sexy little body got me stuck, so what's really good