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 f*ck 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 f*ck with you I know your nigga lame, so I gotta bring the freak out of you I'ma always f*ck 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 f*ck with you He only here cause he won't leave Admittedly, I think of you when he f*ck 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 f*ck with you I know your nigga lame, so I gotta bring the freak out of you I'ma always f*ck 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 f*ck with you