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