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I know her type, she don't really fuck with niggas Bougie and bad, she don't be in touch with niggas I ain't really know much about her, 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 ever wanna see you in love with a nigga She can't bе in love with a nigga She get nasty, wrap hеr hair up 'fore she fucking a nigga, yeah That's only 'cause she sucking a nigga And all my partners know what's up, I'm in love and I'm with her 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 Bougie and bad, she don't be in touch with niggas I ain't really know much about her, young nigga really be freestyling And I ain't wanna say too much about her and be profiling SongtexteBut 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 Comfortable, 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 lame 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 [?] she like the sound of my chains So I'ma fuck her with my chains, 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 it but I don't like when she ignoring me I know her type, she don't really fuck with niggas Bougie and bad, she don't be in touch with niggas I ain't really know much about her, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania