Letra Good 2getha Big K.R.I.T.

Good 2getha

[feat. Ashton Jones]

[Hook: Big Krit and Ashthon Jones]
Cause we could be
Kings and Queens
And Highs and Lows
And Wires and VoguesAnd anything that goes,
And, Together we, are closest
It was meant to be, you're chosen
The Best, I know, I know,
Cause we go good together, baby
Cause we go good together, baby
Cause we go good together, baby
Cause we go good together, baby
Cause we go good together

[Verse 1:]
I'm talking early morning fresh
Get up, Get out and get, Gone
Thank God for the sun, and the, chrome
That I pushed when we rolled
In that Brome or Fleetwood'Lac De Ville
[?] Trunk, yeah it gave ya chills
Popped up twice just to show your grill
Left the comfort of her home to roll with me
Cause she was searching for something real
I be that nigga, be that fresh
Leave that lame, be with a winner,
Relieve that stress
Jump online, I free your mind
We don't need no dime, at least not mine,
Spend this check
Buy that benz, or ride that Lex, and drape our necks
Like Kings and Queens
Cause I be dying to shine, I make love to your fertile mind
'Till you can see my dreams

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Let me be your one stop shop,
Fill you up when you on E
Pick you up when you wan't feet
Be your guide, I be your eyes
When you can't see, I be your air
When you can't breathe
I give you game but it ain't free,
You gotta be down for the play
But we up, we can shine, to prepare
For the grind, cause the Lac could break down any day
Would you be willing to hear licks?
I ain't the type to boast and nitpick
But it takes some hard work to get rich
It's a small risk to rock the red bottoms and bop the fresh fits
What you want, what you need
Gotta have, when we shop, gotta grab
Never here, put em back, in fact
Just be careful how you spend you cash

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
Just like Highs and Lows
Sub-woofers and Vogues
We go good together, baby
We go good together, baby

Just like Wires and Vogues
We are [?]
We go good together, baby
We go good together, baby

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Enjoy the fruits of your labor
The spoils of war
There's no home in indulging
In the things that life has to offer,
There comes a time in every king's life
Where the wine flows in abundance,
And the tables are set
Feast and be thankful