Really Like That (feat. Bryson Tiller)

Jucee Froot

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    Just don't want it
    Which—, ho
    Really like that
    I'ma do some freaky shit 'cause he like that
    Pussy bite back, talk back, bite check
    When I write that, its like, yeah, hype jack

    I know what these niggas want and what they like
    You can get what you desire for a price
    I'm his type, body right, credit right
    From the front, from the back, you decide
    I'm a star from the top like I knew that
    He like: I'ma need a mop, that shit too wet
    Make that pop, shit sound like I do it
    Don't stop, he likin' the way I do that

    Bad bitch approve
    Make him break the rules
    Baby for them blues, ain't nothin' I won't do
    All I want is you
    That was far from the truth
    He said: Bitch, you a dog, I reply: Where the roof?
    I like it that he flashy, he like it that I'm nasty
    Tell your bitch don't add me
    That bitch gon' get her ass beat
    Been up in my bed, but he tryna double bag me
    Don't got on no panties, we fuckin' in the backseat
    Suck that nigga dick like I ain't got no edges
    Fuck 'em so good, he said: Bitch, you scared me
    Water baptized and he like: Baby, come bless me
    I ain't know that it was like that
    He said: Why you ain't tell me?

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    I know what these niggas want and what they like
    You can get what you desire for a price
    I'm his type, body right, credit right
    From the front, from the back, you decide
    I'm a star from the top like I knew that
    He like: I'ma need a mop, that shit too wet
    Make that pop, shit sound like I do it
    Don't stop, he likin' the way I do that

    Huh, huh, huh, really like that, huh
    No Ice Spice, munchin' 'til she climax, huh
    Yeah, freaky, got the camera on a timelapse, huh
    Yeah, make the pussy sing, never mind raps, huh
    Yeah, fuckin' on a transit, I told her: Honey, bust
    I'm in her doin' damage, she like it 'cause you ratchet
    You don't fuck her with no passion, I hit the pussy rough
    Until the satisfaction, 'nough is enough
    That's right, I know what they want and what they like
    I can get what I desire for a price
    You my type, body right, credit right
    From the front, from the back, you decide

    I'm a star from the top like I knew that
    He like: I'ma need a mop, that shit too wet
    Make that pop, shit sound like I do it
    Don't stop, he likin' the way I do that

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    Composición: Bryson Tiller y Jucee Froot

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