Really Like That lyrics

[Intro: Jucee Froot]
Just don't want it
Which—, ho
Really like that
I’ma do some freaky sh*t 'cause he like that
pus*y bite back, talk back, bite check
When I write that, its like, yeah, hype jack (Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Chorus: Jucee Froot]
I know what these n*ggas 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 sh*t too wet"
Make that pop, sh*t sound like I do it
Don't stop, he likin' the way I do that

[Verse 1: Jucee Froot]
Bad b*tch approvе
Make him break the rulеs
Baby for them blues, ain't nothin' I won't do
All I want is you
That was far from the truth
He said, "b*tch, you a dog", I reply, "Where the roof?"
I like it that he flashy, he like it that I'm nasty
Tell your b*tch don’t add me
That b*tch gon’ get her ass beat
Been up in my bed, but he tryna double bag me
Don't got on no panties, we f*ckin’ in the backseat
Suck that n*gga di*k like I ain't got no edges
f*ck 'em so good, he said, "b*tch, 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?"
[Chorus: Jucee Froot]
I know what these n*ggas 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 sh*t too wet"
Make that pop, sh*t sound like I do it
Don't stop, he likin' the way I do that

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
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 pus*y sing, never mind raps, huh
Yeah, f*ckin' on a transit, I told her, "Honey, bust"
I'm in her doin' damage, she like it 'cause you ratchet
You don't f*ck her with no passion, I hit the pus*y 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

[Chorus: Jucee Froot]
I'm a star from the top like I knew that
He like, "I'ma need a mop, that sh*t too wet"
Make that pop, sh*t sound like I do it
Don't stop, he likin' the way I do that