Really Like That

[Intro: Jucee Froot] Just don't want it Which—, ho Really like that I’ma do some freaky shit 'cause he like that Pussy 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 niggas 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 shit too wet" Make that pop, shit sound like I do it Don't stop, he likin' the way I do that [Verse 1: Jucee Froot] Bad bitch 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, "Bitch, you a dog", I reply, "Where the roof?" I like it that he flashy, he like it that I'm nasty Tell your bitch don’t add me That bitch gon’ get her ass beat Been up in my bed, but he tryna double bag me Don't got on no panties, we fuckin’ in the backseat Suck that nigga dick like I ain't got no edges Fuck 'em so good, he said, "Bitch, 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 niggas 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 shit too wet" Make that pop, shit 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 pussy sing, never mind raps, huh Yeah, fuckin' on a transit, I told her, "Honey, bust" I'm in her doin' damage, she like it 'cause you ratchet You don't fuck her with no passion, I hit the pussy 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 shit too wet" Make that pop, shit sound like I do it Don't stop, he likin' the way I do that