Gossip Columns (Clean)

Gossip Columns (Clean) - Marc E. Bassy/Bobby Brackins

Written by：Marc Griffin/Bobby Brackins/James Alex Hau/William Mosgrove

I don't even wanna **** she don't even wanna trust

She gone have to see the dollars she gone have to see the bus

The second that I bust I am leave her in the dust yeah

She'll go tell her friends how real it was oh

She don't love me for the love she just love me for the plug

Tell her if she bring a friend she can do my ***

I know you can tell baby come choose up yeah

She'll go tell her friends how real it was oh

Baby girl I can read your problems

In the back of the gossip columns

Whisper to me but don't tell a soul no

But we know that everybody knows

Baby girl don't know what's real she just know I ****** the bill

Flying out to ocean drive hit the club all off a pill

They did think I was snitch that's the way I'm like a *****

I love telling all the homie all the freaky **** we did

Can't believe this **** she just wanna pic

Belly think she's lit she just want the plug

Girl get on his **** that should be enough

For your freaky a** we gone hit the tub

Give that a** a bath all that **** you suck

Been a freak since you was young

Been in trouble with your mom that's the type I like

I am mow your lawn I am make you cum

Over over like mama ain't home

Is it real or is it silicone

I don't know I am find out soon

I'm gonna find out soon yes I will

How you gone keep it real never keep it real

Never seen a bill

Flies your a** first class before I copped the feel

All my still kicked out asses to the curb

I don't care 'bout who you know

That namedropping get on my nerve

Baby can you keep a secret

Ain't no need to tell your girls

All your friends just kind of fine

And after you I'm to your girls

Oh my gosh I'm so with this **** I hope you with this ****

Girl I'm bent I'm coming over there

To do some freaky **** oh yes I will

Baby girl I can read your problems

In the back of the gossip columns

Whisper to me but don't tell a soul no

But we know that everybody knows

Baby girl I can read your problems

In the back of the gossip columns

Whisper to me but don't tell a soul no

But we know that everybody knows

Whisper to me don't you tell nobody

Don't you tell nobody

Yeah nobody has to know