Good Taste

Best dressed with an attitude

If looks could kill

I’d be Top five, FBI

From Miami to Brazil

So miss me with the platitudes

I keep it real

I’m worldwide, can’t deny

Got an eye for mass appeal

So let me put you on

I made your favorite song

Running through your mind

Bona fide

Play it all night long

Language can’t describe

The way I satisfy

So refined

Every single time I’m on the mic

Gotta hit em with the

Chorus

With the Good Taste

That’s that good Good Taste

That’s that Good Taste

That’s that good Good Taste

That’s that Good Taste

That’s good Good Taste

That’s that Good Taste

That’s good good

Check the material

It’s Taylor-made

Every thread, opulent

Nine foot du-rag on my braids

Good Taste, no I don’t have no shame

Now I just do my thing

When I wink, I know you hear that *ding*

So let me put you on

I made your favorite song

Running through your mind

Bona fide

Play it all night long

Language can’t describe

The way I satisfy

So refined

Every single time I’m on the mic

Gotta hit em with the

Chorus

With the Good Taste

That’s that good Good Taste

That’s that Good Taste

That’s that good Good Taste

That’s that Good Taste

That’s good Good Taste

That’s that Good Taste

That’s good Good Taste

That’s that, that’s the good good

That’s that, that’s that

That’s that good

That’s that, that’s that good good

That’s that, that’s that

That, that, that