Gossip Columns (feat. Bobby Brackins)

I don't even wanna fuck

She don't even wanna trust

She gon' have to see the thoughts

She gon' have to see the bus

The second that I bust

I'ma leave her in the dust

Yeah

She'll go tell her friends how real it was

She don't love me for the love

She just love me for the plug

Tell her if she bring her friends

She can do my drugs

I know you can tell

Baby, come choose up

Yeah

She'll go tell her friends how real it was, oh

Baby girl, I can read your problems

In the back of the gossip columns

Whisper to me, boy, don't tell a soul, no

But we know that everybody knows

Baby girl don't know what's real

She just know I front the bill

Fly her out to Ocean Drive

Hit the club all off a pill

Didn't think that I would snitch

That's one way I'm like a bitch

I love telling all the homies all the freaky shit we did

Can't believe this shit, she just wanna pick

Really think she slick, she just want the pug

Girl, get on this dick, that should be enough

For your freaky ass, we could hit the tub

Give that ass a bath by the dick you suck

Bring the freaks into a zone

Been in trouble with your mom

That's the type I like

I'ma mow your lawn

I'ma make you cum

Over, over like mama ain't home

Is it real or is it silicone?

I don't know, I'ma find out soon

I'm gonna find out soon

Yes, I will

How you gon' keep it trill

You never keep it trill

You never see the bill

Flies your ass first class before I cop the feel

All my faith is still

Kicked out nasties to the curb

I don't care 'bout what you know

That name dropping get on my nerve

Baby, can you keep a secret?

Ain't no need to tell your girls

All your friends is kinda fine

And after you, I'm to your girls

Oh, my gosh, I'm so with this shit

I hope you with this shit

Girl, I'm bent, I'm coming over to

To do some freaky shit

Oh, yes, I will

Baby girl, I can read your problems

In the back of the gossip columns

Whisper to me, boy, don't tell a soul, no

But we know that everybody knows

Baby girl, I can read your problems

In back of the gossip columns

Whisper to me, boy, don't tell a soul, no

But we know that everybody knows

Whisper to me, don't you tell nobody

Don't you tell nobody

Yeah, nobody has to know