Baby Keem - Good Flirts [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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, yet
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 lettin' 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 lettin' 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 actin' up, baby
Barely together even, you always playin'
Now you hatin' 'cause what these bitchеs be sayin'
Like, I ain't nevеr took you on vacation?
What gets me, they stay hatin'
It's crazy 'cause you had everythin' they chasin', 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, yet
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 lettin' 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 lettin' 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
Fuck a friend zone when you hug like this
Nibble on your ear, touch your butt like this, we adjust like this
If God's a girl, then in God we trust like this
To be honest, niggas love love too
Shit, I gossip with my bitch like I'm Young Thug too
Dumb lungs on you, spun the hair bun loose
Rightin' wrongs 'til they come with royalties and pub too
(Where you at?) At the house with it, watchin' Sinners
(Who you with?) On the couch with my favorite sinner
(Fuck that bitch) 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 emotional attachments
Even if I fall short from my distractions
Been missin' your booty, lovin' on your booty
Kissin' on your booty, crushin' on your booty
Remember me? Iceberg jeans or the Trueys
Duckworth, you know, street smart, but I'm goofy
Wait, you must got a platinum record in the coochie
(I got a platinum plaque in the coochie)
Been missin' your booty, lovin' on your booty
Kissin' on your booty, crushin' 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, yet
You always called my phone on a Friday night (Night)
It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over