BF2 (feat. Damo Diore)

Damn, Jacob, this shit crack
Yeah
I'm in second place, but I'm getting first place head
She can't wait to pull up on me and suck until I spray it

You can chase her round all day, I'ma chase this bread
She fuck with me different cause I'm fucking with her intellect
I can hit forever, can't no other nigga match
I be in my lane though, really on my fallback

My shit hit her soul, that pussy keep coming back
I can do whatever she want
I'ma always fuck with you
I know your nigga lame, so I gotta bring the freak out of you

I'ma always fuck with you
You know I'm getting money
He don't know what money do to you
I don't text, don't call, don't press you

But our connection's so crazy, I know what to do
Hit me when you ain't with your boo
I'ma always fuck with you
He only here cause he won't leave

Admittedly, I think of you when he fuck me
And how you come and slay the pussy like you Buffy
We in a race, but I ride it like a huffy
And you ain't fucking bitches cause shit can get ugly

Keep coming back cause them bitches can't touch me
He act like he leaving, but we know he bluffing
I know you want it, bae
I see it in your face

You think he winning cause I'm with him, but it ain't a race
That nigga know his place
And it ain't number one
He couldn't eat it right, so number two

I'ma always fuck with you
I know your nigga lame, so I gotta bring the freak out of you
I'ma always fuck with you
You know I'm getting money

He don't know what money do to you
I don't text, don't call, don't fresh you
But our connection's so crazy, I know what to do
Hit me when you ain't with your boo

I'ma always fuck with you



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Writer(s): William Collins
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