L.O.B lyrics

I don't need love. I'm tryna f*ck you tonight
Imma f*ck you right, if you lucky imma f*ck you twice
I see you thirsty, I ain't even wear the buff tonight
Its her first day out, she ain't wearing cuffs tonight
She ain't on what I'm on I don't think yet
Say that pus*y water; I ain't got my feet wet
Little SZA I just f*ck her on the weekend. f*ck her on some free bands. f*ck her like I need her
If you coming where I'm going you should meet me there
Pack a bag, after this I think you sleeping in
I can't tell you what it is. I can tell you this
Naw you a pillow talker. I can't tell you sh*t

I done f*cked on a lot of b*tches
I mean a lot of b*tches
I mean a whole lot of lot of b*tches
After I'm done I don't follow b*tches
I don't acknowledge b*tches
I done hoe'd me a flock of b*tches
Who you love b*tch? Who you love b*tch?
Boss di*k. If I f*ck you gone love this
Who you love b*tch? Who you love b*tch?
Boss di*k. If I f*ck you gone love this

She don't like me as much as I think she could
She don't f*ck me as good as thought she would
She be all in her feelings this b*tch so lost
Or maybe she ain't the type of b*tch that I thought
We use to sit and chop it up about a bunch of sh*t
Her n*gga got hip. She on punishment
Every time she get loose I come punish her
If I call tomorrow gotta block the number
Role playing, you'll get a Oscar for that
Wanna bring another b*tch, got a problem with that?
Pay yo bills? Got a daddy and a mama for that
You a risky baby mama, brung a condom for that
I done f*cked on a lot of b*tches
I mean a lot of b*tches
I mean a whole lot of lot of b*tches
After I'm done I don't follow b*tches
I don't acknowledge b*tches
I done hoe'd me a flock of b*tches
Who you love b*tch? Who you love b*tch?
Boss di*k. If I f*ck you gone love this
Who you love b*tch? Who you love b*tch?
Boss di*k. If I f*ck you gone love this