Toosii - dats real lyrics

[Chorus] I know her type, she don't really fu*k with ni**as, yeah Bougie and bad, she don't be in touch with ni**as I ain't really know much about her, a young ni**a 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 [Verse 1] Karma a b*tch, why you was fu*king with her? You the reason she don't really trust a ni**a I keep a cutter, I'll cut a ni**a And just to be honest, I don't never wanna see you in love with a ni**a, yеah She can't be in love with a ni**a Shе get nasty, wrap her hair up 'fore she fu*king a ni**a, yeah, yeah That's only 'cause she su*king a ni**a 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 [Chorus] I know her type, she don't really fu*k with ni**as, yeah Bougie and bad, she don't be in touch with ni**as I ain't really know much about her, a young ni**a 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 [Verse 2] California, living her lifestyle Country boy, she tryna see what life 'bout Good girl but I'ma fu*k her 'til the lights out She the type to talk but she wanna see what the pipe 'bout, oh And she don't fu*k with ni**as 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 fu*k 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 [Chorus] I know her type, she don't really fu*k with ni**as, yeah Bougie and bad, she don't be in touch with ni**as I ain't really know much about her, a young ni**a 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