Meagan Good Master P

Whoa Kimosabe!
Got the baddest bitch
Up in here right beside me
She got that good
That Meagan Good
She the coldest muthafucka in the hood
She got that good
That Meagan Good
She the coldest muthafucka in the hood

[Verse 1: Master P]
Gucci Mane told me "damn! She a keeper"
So I put her in my Blackberry under "streetsweeper"
I'm a hood nigga, love me a hood chick
Meagan Good body, thin waist
That's some hood shit
I'm loving them thighs, them legs
Her curves, her taste, them lips, her face
She bad, bad as in a club I've seen
Make me go ? friendly and spend my green
Don't pop no pills but she my drug
Gotta have shorty like Khalifa need bud
On that girl cause she's my type
Got a super-model figure
If she have to she'll fight
I'm on lil mama, cause shorty
She's so real, my nigga she's so ill
But shawty she's so chill
She don't talk to a nigga when
She mad at night
But she'll fix it, make something up
Just right