dats real - Toosii

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