​dats real lyrics

[Chorus]
I know her type, she don't really f*ck with n*ggas, yeah
Bougie and bad, she don't be in touch with n*ggas
I ain't really know much about her, a young n*gga 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 her mama had a lot of kids, I know
Her big brother ain't play, mama ain't raise no ho
She been in love, that's real, but need somebody that's real

[Verse 1]
Karma a b*tch, why you was f*cking with her?
You the reason she don't really trust a n*gga, yeah
I keep a cutter, I'll cut a n*gga
And just to be honest, I don't nevеr wanna see you in love with a n*gga, yeah
She can't bе in love with a n*gga
She get nasty, wrap her hair up 'fore she f*cking a n*gga, yeah
That's only 'cause she sucking a n*gga
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 pus*y like voodoo
That pus*y 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 f*ck with n*ggas, yeah
Bougie and bad, she don't be in touch with n*ggas
I ain't really know much about her, a young n*gga 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 her mama had a lot of kids, I know
Her big brother ain't play, mama ain't raise 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 f*ck her 'til the lights out
She the type to talk but she wanna see what the pipe 'bout, oh
And she don't f*ck with n*ggas 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 when she like the sound of my chains
So I'ma f*ck her with my chains on, make her tat my name on it
pus*y 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 f*ck with n*ggas (Yeah), yeah
Bougie and bad, she don't be in touch with n*ggas (In touch)
I ain't really know much about her, a young n*gga really be freestyling ('Styling)
And I ain't wanna say too much about her and be profiling (Profiling)
But I could tell you the house she grew up and how she used to live
Not a lot of bedrooms but her mama had a lot of kids, I know
Her big brother ain't play, mama ain't raise no ho
She been in love, that's real, but need somebody that's real