Bobby Johnson lyrics

Hook:
Word on the streets I'm a suspect
I done probably f*cked on your b*tch
You n*ggas need to be more quiet
If the pus*y look good then I might just try it
pus*y on my I.G. pus*y on my timeline
You f*cking with a real n*gga guideline
I drink the pus*y up like mai tai
Connect to the pus*y like WIFI

Verse:

pus*y on my mouth, pus*y on my di*k
Never been a broke n*gga, b*tch I'm rich
Take it out your mouth
b*tch don't spit
Pass it to the homeboy, now he hit
pus*y on pus*y call it two more strikes
I hate a black b*tch who be trying to act white
I hate a white b*tch who be trying to act black
Her ass so big I ain't never see the crack
I like strippers
Me, Im'a tip her
She babysit the c*m she a mouthaf*cking sipper
The b*tch so thirsty she licked on my zipper
You n*ggas Frank Ocean, checking out n*ggas
f*cking up the game, wifeing up sl*ts
Before she ask, juicy ass di*k in her butt
You new n*ggas maids, cleaning hoes up
Can't trust b*tches, rats, or ducks
Hang with the realest, them killas
My b*tch wear chinchilla
I'm smoking on turtle, my n*ggas is ninjas
The realest is near us, defeating the purpose
The windows is up, we driving with curtains
Got plenty of b*tches while JM is working
I'm clowning you n*ggas, should be in the circus
I'm driving and swerving, this head is amazing
This A.O.B. sh*t is why n*ggas is hating
My b*tches got b*tches, my b*tches be playing
Asian and Creole is my f*cking favorite
I'm drinking on purple, my cup is a Laker
I'm daddy to b*tches, I'm ready to spank her
Cause…
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