Lyrics dats real - Toosii

dats real

I know her type, she don’t really fuck with niggas, yeah
Bougie and bad, she don’t be in touch with niggas
I ain’t really know much about her, a young nigga really be freestyling
And I ain’t wanna say too much about her and be profiling
But I could tell you the house she grew up and how she used to live
Not a lot of bedrooms but mama had a lot of kids, I know
Her big brother ain’t play, mama ain’t raised no ho
She been in love, that’s real, but need somebody that’s real
Karma a bitch, why you was fucking with her?
You the reason she don’t really trust a nigga
I keep a cutter, I’ll cut a nigga
And just to be honest, I don’t never wanna see you in love with a nigga, yeah
She can’t be in love with a nigga
She get nasty, wrap her hair up 'fore she fucking a nigga, yeah, yeah
That’s only 'cause she sucking a nigga
And all my partners know what’s up, I’m in love when I’m with her, yeah
Took her back to my place, met her up on MySpace
We used to ooVoo, that pussy like voodoo
That pussy like water, let me cross the border
I think I should thank her mama, don’t know what her mama told her
I know her type, she don’t really fuck with niggas, yeah
Bougie and bad, she don’t be in touch with niggas
I ain’t really know much about her, a young nigga really be freestyling
And I ain’t wanna say too much about her and be profiling
But I could tell you the house she grew up and how she used to live
Not a lot of bedrooms but mama had a lot of kids, I know
Her big brother ain’t play, mama ain’t raised no ho
She been in love, that’s real, but need somebody that’s real
California, living her lifestyle
Country boy, she tryna see what life 'bout
Good girl but I’ma fuck her 'til the lights out
She the type to talk but she wanna see what the pipe 'bout, oh
And she don’t fuck with niggas who lames
She in her own world, ain’t really got no time for the games
I make her mind go insane
I switch it up, lick on her spine when I bang
I get naked when she like the sound of my chains
So I’ma fuck her with my chains on, make her tat my name on it
Pussy too good, I can’t even go put the gang on it
She ain’t from there, but that ass fat like a Georgia peach
I don’t sweat her but I don’t like when she ignoring me
I know her type, she don’t really fuck with niggas, yeah
Bougie and bad, she don’t be in touch with niggas
I ain’t really know much about her, a young nigga really be freestyling
And I ain’t wanna say too much about her and be profiling
But I could tell you the house she grew up and how she used to live
Not a lot of bedrooms but mama had a lot of kids, I know
Her big brother ain’t play, mama ain’t raised no ho
She been in love, that’s real, but need somebody that’s real