Good Lovin’

By Jet 2

On No Recognition

Released on October 8, 2010

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[Intro]

Yeah

Let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me yah


[Verse 1]

One time for the, for the, for the dime divas

Whip out in the front, she own the keys like Alicia

Bills all in her pocket, seeing twins like Tia

And she so more than a woman like Aaliyah

West side story, Maria, Maria

And I'm a meat cleaver, such an honor to meet ya

Put my straw in it, trying to treat it like CapriSun

Such a sex appeal, I'm trying to beat it like Vegeta

Okay, way out of the box with that

Round one, round two, round three, water break

Round four, five, six, seven, and et-cetera

Head with the Excedrin, knock it out like a boxing mat

Props to her competitors, 'cause ain't nobody topping that

I'm in it closer to forever than you ever thought to track

Now these niggas mocking that, I'm walking out in moccasins

I do the impossible, unthinkable, I'm topping that

I'm on top of that la just like a Dodger hat

Fabulous, roger that, dive in it like goggles, ah

Snatch her jeans off from her pockets or her belt loop

Bet he melt Boop, nigga ain't nobody hot as that

I dig that Hermione, hope she ain't Harry Potter cat

But Harry Potter cool though, but I'm never watching that

It just got real explicit fast, so nigga, let me bring it back

But who gives a shit when you gettin' no recognition, mama


[Verse 2]

Let's have fun, let me take you places

Expensive dinner, tip the waiter, make him wait, and

Tell him to keep the change, but still take the change (ha)

I'm Jet 2 fly, they just paper planing

It's just me, us, her, nigga Raymond, Raymond

Ne-Yo, slow mo', make her sing the say it

Out loud like ow, I'ma say it, say it

Ride it like a old Bronco, Terrell Davis, baby

Plenty beautiful female faces

I just look and hit a session, I don't touch or chase 'em

I don't spend no dough, except for the one I'm waiting

'Cause I ain't trying to be another ex like Jason (eww)

Money ain't everything, but to be realistic

Which girl ain't a little materialistic

I'm on my cool shit, sticking like a glue stick

So when they see her, they ain't gotta ask who you with


[Verse 3]

Maybe I get a little crazy

But crazy's cool, gotta we the pretty ladies

I give her a meat dinner, then a daisy

Beat it 'til I feel lazy (haha)

With my little china doll, no Beijing

Flag around six, leave her waters all raging

Make her throw it back like beepers and paging

I leave her eyes all squinted like Asians

My mind's in a dazing

Chilling with dime divas in a Days Inn (ha)

Be in it 'til I shrivel like a raisin

Or at the Ramada with my rider, no plagiarism

Providing everything I'm craving

Clap on lights, on or off, or we can do it like we caved in

Baby, I'm on fire, you can find me with the cavemen

I pave the way like the pavement, baby

I ain't been in the streets like the sidewalk

But bet I still know the streets like the white line chalk

Scorpio soul, girl what's your sign

Well, I don't really mind, I just love the way a dime walk

Put me in the game, I go all four quarters

And we can record it, or no recording, hit it like Joey Porter

Girl I'm all around you like borders

Just 'cause you know your sports like Michelle Tafoya

Play by play, but I'm the first with the inches

Baby, this a contact sport, no lenses

Sport those lenses, D&G, BCBG, Versace, Louis and BeBe

Oh, you fancy then, huh?

Word to T.I., but girl you're the I-T

With an S-H in front of that like sheisty

But, not sheisty, just ooh I hope you like me

Ooh I, ooh I hope you like me, ooh I, ooh I hope you like me

(Haha)

Give you that good lovin'

Be nice, or I can go in it rough, hood lovin'

It's whatever you like, you can have it

Ain't a bitch, but you the baddest

You the baddest-bitch I know

And I know I'm so, I'm so in love with a diva

Recognize her when I see her

When I see her I'ma treat her either

Sweater than treats or

Treat her to dinner, or treat her like dinner, eat (haha)

Think I need a breather, or need her

Either or, I never keep a score, plus stripes I referee her

On it like a t-shirt, I never leave her

Neither am I ever too eager

I can stick to the main, forget the dessert

Might one knee her like one knee hurt

Just to reciprocate the love in return

No recognition