K Camp - Bullseye lyrics
Kristopher Thomas Campbell
[K Camp - Bullseye lyrics]
I can't fault you if I let you in
(It's that trappin' in London fa' sho')
Oh, baby, let me in, yeah, ah
Yeah, baby, twerk that
Baby, when you hit that shit
It's like the bullseye
And when you take a pic, get my good side
When you 'round me, baby
Please don't bring your hood side
I play it on repeat
You know when you put it on me
I ain't tryna help, you probably see
What it's gon' be i guess I can't say
This the type of shit I do when
You fucking with a real one, baby
Real one (Real one)
When you fucking with the real
This the type of shit I do whеn
You fucking with a real one, baby
Real onе (Real one)
When you fucking with the real
Yeah, she love it when I (Talk to 'em)
Look inside the mirror
See the realest of 'em all (yeah, yeah)
I know she a real one
I'm accepting all your flaws
Dip inside that pussy
Got me splashin' in that raw (yeah, yeah)
You know I get to it
I make millions when I talk (Talk)
Jump inside that jet
Get that fashion from New York (Talk)
Even on your best
It don't matter what it cost
Grippin' on your breast
While I'm beating down them walls
Yeah, baby, twerk that (yeah)
Baby, when you hit that shit
It's like the bullseye
And when you take a pic, get my good side
When you 'round me, baby
Please don't bring your hood side
I play it on repeat
You know when you put it on me
I ain't tryna help, you probably see
What it's gon' be i guess I can't say
Go deep, that's some freaks talking
Four sea- meet me up at the Four seasons
(This the type of shit I do when
You fucking with a real one, baby)
Go deep that's some freaks talking
Four sea-
Meet me up at the Four seasons (Four Seasons)