Bobby Brackins - Gossip Columns lyrics

[Verse 1: Marc E. Ba**y] I don't even wanna f**, 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 d** I know you can tell, baby, come choose up, yeah She'll go tell her friends how real it was, oh [Chorus: Marc E. Ba**y] 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 [Verse 2: Marc E. Ba**y] Baby girl don't know what's real, she just know I f**ed 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 b**h I love telling all the homies all the freaky sh** we did Can't believe this sh**, 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 a**, we gon' hit the tub Give that a** a bath all that dick you s** 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 [Verse 3: Bobby Brackins] How you gon' keep it real, never keep it real Never seen a bill Flies your a** first cla** before I copped the feel All my [?] still, kicked out a**es 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 sh**, I hope you with this sh** Girl, I'm bent I'm coming over there To do some freaky sh**, oh yes, I will [Chorus: Marc E. Ba**y] 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 [Alt. Chorus: Marc E. Ba**y] 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 [Outro: Marc E. Ba**y] Whisper to me, don't you tell nobody Don't you tell nobody Yeah, nobody has to know