Bratz ft. Roc Lyrics

(Damn lil FCKBWOY! man you know that I be killing shit)

Still tryna know if it's real

Fucking with me, give her something to feel

Love wasn't part of the deal

The way that I'm talking, be giving her chills

Put her ass up on the grill

I'm eating her up for the thrills

Never a tweaker, ain't popping no pills

Applying that pressure, I stay on her heels

She ready, she not sucking no dick, she a deady

Tryna stay up, 5 nights like it's Freddy's

If she bringing her friend then it's litty

Drinking on Henny, she tryna get busy

If they dropping a lo, then we up in the score

You know that that clip bought at 50

That boy is a ho, send his ass to the store

I want all my fries to be crispy

That bitch on my phone, won't leave me alone

She talking bout "Rocco, you miss me?"

The answer is no, the fuck of my phone

Aint talking about hundreds and fifties

The fuck is you on? This bitch is too grown

She wearing these dirty-ass Rickys

We caught him alone, I'm clutching my Crome

We hawk him and do him like Ricky

Lit nigga, I turn up the city

Got bitches, they showing they titties

Blow her back and I'm pulling her Remy

Double back, I be doing my Diddy

Turn her up, now she calling me Timmy

I told y'all I give her free crack like im Bobby

If I show it, I blow it, no reason to tempt me

Still tryna know if it's real

Fucking with me, give her something to feel

Love wasn't part of the deal

The way that I'm talking, be giving her chills

Put her ass up on the grill

I'm eating her up for the thrills

Never a tweaker, ain't popping no pills

Applying that pressure, I stay on her heels

Bitches, gold

New designer clothes

That's all my niggas know

All it take to up the score

Put a bag on your head like Giannis

Put a bag on your head like Grove

Keep a Rubi inside of the Rolls

Send a pic when she using a rose

When I hear he inside of the city

When you catch him, you do him like Biggie

Tell a nigga to keep it a buck

Cause I know that that stick hold a 50

And I know that that boy sendin shots

But none of them shits gonna hit me

And I know that he been on the block

That's why all my niggas keep spinning

I know your nigga a goofy

I know last night was a movie

Yeah, bitch be showing they boobies

I know she said that she love me

But none of that shit doesn't move me

Still tryna know if it's real

Fucking with me, give her something to feel

Love wasn't part of the deal

The way that I'm talking, be giving her chills

Put her ass up on the grill

I'm eating her up for the thrills

Never a tweaker, ain't popping no pills

Applying that pressure, I stay on her heels

Still tryna know if it's real

Fucking with me, give her something to feel

Love wasn't part of the deal

The way that I'm talking, be giving her chills

Put her ass up on the grill

I'm eating her up for the thrills

Never a tweaker, ain't popping no pills

Applying that pressure, I stay on her heels Gang