Og Barb - Can't Be Lyrics

I'm a one-stop shop, I've been watching you
I need a big dick baller on go, yeah
He in love with me cause he know that I'm a ho
When I jump to the floor, yeah

He don't go in his pockets, and give me his dough
Real trap queen, I might sell his dope
I sit on his face and he f*ck my throat, yeah
Watch me get nasty? And I damn near do anything he ask me

I'm bout my cash, now get on your knees, boy, eat this ass
And when I throw this shit back, he gon' buy me Chanel and Louis V bags
This pussy pay bills, he gon' trick on me, I'm his fantasy for real
I don't f*ck no lames, now hit my cash app, make that bitch go

Pussy on good, make a nigga sang
You gotta spoil me, I like expensive thangs
Wet the nigga up like rain
Next thing you know, he tryna tat a bitch name

Foreign shit, long hair, yeah
Ass fat, I don't care, yeah
Competition, bitch, where, get out your feelings, ain' no money in there
Can't be my boyfriend and I can't be your lady

Just f*ck me good, boy, that perc dick do go crazy
I like the best shit, I need the designer daily
Can't be my boyfriend, and I can't be your lady
Can't be my boyfriend, and I can't be your lady

Can't be my boyfriend, and I can't be your lady
I like the best shit, I need the designer daily
Just f*ck me good, boy, that perc dick do go crazy
Can't be my boyfriend and I can't be your lady

Just f*ck me good, boy, that perc dick do go crazy
I like the best shit, I need the designer , daily
Can't be my boyfriend, and I can't be your lady
Can't be my boyfriend, and I can't be your lady

Can't be my boyfriend, and I can't be your lady
I like the best shit, I need the designer daily
Just f*ck me good, boy, that perc dick do go crazy
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