Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gossip Columns , by - Marc E. Bassy. Release date: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
Gossip Columns |
| I don’t even wanna fuck, she don’t even wanna trust |
| She gon' have to see the dollars, she gon' have to see the bus |
| The second that I bust, I’ma leave her in the dust, yeah |
| She’ll go tell her friends how real it was, oh |
| She don’t love me for the love, she just love me for the plug |
| Tell her, if she bring a friend, she can do my drugs |
| I know you can tell, baby, come choose up, yeah |
| She’ll go tell her friends how real it was, oh |
| Baby girl, I can read your problems |
| In the back of the gossip columns |
| Whisper to me, but, don’t tell a soul no |
| But we know that everybody knows |
| Baby girl don’t know what’s real, she just know I fucked the bill |
| Flying out to Ocean Drive, hit the club all off a pill |
| They did think I was snitch, that’s the way I’m like a bitch |
| I love telling all the homies all the freaky shit we did |
| Can’t believe this shit, she just wanna pic |
| Belly think she’s lit, she just want the plug |
| Girl, get on his dick, that should be enough |
| For your freaky ass, we gon' hit the tub |
| Give that ass a bath all that dick you suck |
| Been a freak since you was young |
| Been in trouble with your mom, that’s the type I like |
| I’ma mow your lawn, I’ma make you cum |
| Over, over, like mama ain’t home |
| Is it real or is it silicone |
| I don’t know, I’ma find out soon |
| I’m gonna find out soon, yes I will |
| How you gon' keep it real, never keep it real |
| Never seen a bill |
| Flies your ass first class before I copped the feel |
| All my still, kicked out asses to the curb |
| I don’t care 'bout who you know |
| That namedropping get on my nerve |
| Baby, can you keep a secret? |
| Ain’t no need to tell your girls |
| All your friends just kind of fine |
| And after you, I’m to your girls |
| Oh my gosh, I’m so with this shit, I hope you with this shit |
| Girl, I’m bent I’m coming over there |
| To do some freaky shit, oh yes, I will |
| Baby girl, I can read your problems |
| In the back of the gossip columns |
| Whisper to me, but, don’t tell a soul, no |
| But we know that everybody knows |
| Baby girl, I can read your problems |
| In the back of the gossip columns |
| Whisper to me, but don’t tell a soul, no |
| But we know that everybody knows |
| Whisper to me, don’t you tell nobody |
| Don’t you tell nobody |
| Yeah, nobody has to know |