Definition Of A f*ck n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Lil Debbie]
All y'all bum ass b*tches always talking about you need a real one
Why you gon' pick up your man at the bus stop
Take him to Denny's like it's a five-star restaurant and sh*t
You feel me?
Hell naw I ain't f*cking with no bum asses
You not finna hop in my whip and smoke my sh*t for free
I got this A1 loud
Straight from Oakland motherf*cking California
You feel me?
Straight up and down like that
All you basic ass b*tches need to get you a real one

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
Check it
Remember what I told you, b*tch I'm the man
Got a couple Ginas but I really want a pam
[?] lil n*gga, like my b*tches foxy
Don't be scared lil n*gga, cause the way she poppin'
Every night I party but we keep it on the low
She wanna look good, puttin' powder on her nose
She wanna have fun puttin' powder in her nose
My homeboy the plug man he got it for the low
She brought her boyfriend, hope she leave him at the door
Cause' we don't really like him and hope a n*gga know
And if you bring the beef we put his ass in the stove
My n*gga don't trip she wanna get chose
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Girl f*ck your boyfriend, I know you ain't happy
I know you need a real n*gga and I can make it happen
Girl f*ck your boyfriend, I know you ain't happy
I know you need a real n*gga and I can make it happen

[Verse 2: Lil Debbie]
She said that he be trickin' all his motherf*ckin' dough
Shoppin' and I'm poppin' everything up in the store it's go
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada
Throw the coochie at him made it happen like viola
I know the game so we never try to play me
Don't trip got em whipped, AP
I'm a boss and he treat me like a queen
Got it taste it in make it turn em into a fiend, yah mean?
pus*y always got the flights so my eyes Yao Ming
And I work the pus*y right got em thinking wifey(hold up!)
I ain't with the sucky sh*t thinkin' you gon' f*ck a b*tch better find another b*tch
Cause I'm on some other like make money, make money, make money, make money, make money money
You ain't talkin that I ain't talkin back
Ass fat got them finnin for the pus*y cat

[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Girl f*ck your boyfriend, I know you ain't happy
I know you need a real n*gga and I can make it happen
Girl f*ck your boyfriend, I know you ain't happy
I know you need a real n*gga and I can make it happen
[Verse 3: Trinidad James]
She said that he b*tchin', hell yeah he be b*tchin'
She said that he be flexin', hell yeah he be flexin'
And ever since she met me man she tell me I'm a blessin
And everytime he call [?] man that be stressin’
Send em to the voicemail, n*gga leave a message
She don’t pick the phone up, n*gga get to textin’
Real life f*ck n*gga by the definition
Call him form the block n*gga you a pus*y
When you walk by man know that we be lookin’
And if she give it up you better know that we be f*ckin’
So if you love the pus*y boy you better gon’ follow it
When she gets some good di*k n*gga she gon’ swallow it
Make her take her drawers off throw em to the floor
We ain’t make the bedroom, I f*cked her on the stove
I don’t like your girlfriend, I don’t want your ho
You be in the DM’s, I’ll be in her throat

[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Girl f*ck your boyfriend, I know you ain't happy
I know you need a real n*gga and I can make it happen
Girl f*ck your boyfriend, I know you ain't happy
I know you need a real n*gga and I can make it happen

[Verse 4: Problem]
I ain’t your n*gga I swear
We brand new he ain’t [?], you did
Always complanin’ about his baby mamas
Still ain’t learned his lesson, f*cking pus*y no condom
Runnin’ around [?] f*cking pus*y no condom
No car, no crib, new J’s he gotta know
You sure you wanna do then you gotta go hard
Come deal with a winner, he ain’t gotta know