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Dats Real Lyrics by Toosii Toosii
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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, young nigga really be freestylin'
And I ain't wanna say too much about her and be profilin'
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 fuckin' 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 be in love with a nigga
She get nasty, wrap her hair up 'fore she fuckin' a nigga, yeah
That's only 'cause she suckin' a nigga
And all my partners know what's up, I'm in love and 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, young nigga really be freestylin'
And I ain't wanna say too much about her and be profilin'
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 livin' 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
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
I get naked but 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 ignorin' 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, young nigga really be freestylin'
And I ain't wanna say too much about her and be profilin'
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
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