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ace og & lil grape (bubbajr) - real luv lyrics

[intro: ace og]
(what?)
yeah

[chorus: ace og]
money standin’ tall, feelin’ like yao ming (cash)
diamonds, they ice like a skating rink (ice)
this b+tch is crazy talkin’ ’bout some ring (huh?)
you know it’s bad when she give you a wink (nah)
i can’t trust no one (no one), they don’t wanna show real love (real love)
party all night, might as well get high (yeah)
b+tches be trippin’, they tellin’ these lies (yeah)
she kissin’ women, i know she a dyk+ (what?)
but i don’t mind, man, she likes what she likes (yeah)
two bad ass b+tches, man, i can’t decide (nah)
lie to my facе, look me right in my eye (yеah)
(level)
stick to the fam’ ’til the day that i die (slatt)
i’m gonna make it as long as i try (woo)
[verse 1: ace og]
(slatt, slatt, slatt)
time to get focused (yeah)
i ride around in a lotus (skrrt), gotta get my money up, motive (hmm+hmm+hmm, gotta get my money, what?)
man, all my guns reloaded (brrr)
better watch for them explosions, i feel like i was chosen
we want smoke, we want dope, don’t want friends, i want foes, give me some mo’
champagne and hoes on the top floor
everybody keep tryna steal my flow
life’s so short, but that’s how it goes (yeah)
and my money so long like a b+n+r (what?)
codeine and fanta soda (codeine)
every day, my heart get colder (d+mn, d+mn, d+mn)
say you catchin’ them bodies, i highly doubt it (d+mn, d+mn, yeah)
put a price on your head, if he dead, one thousand (bah, bah, what?)
all my shows i’m at, it get so crowded (it get so crowded, uh)
when i’m rich enough, i don’t want fancy houses
oh (what? what? huh?), woah (yeah)

[chorus: ace og & lil grape]
money standin’ tall, feelin’ like yao ming (cash)
diamonds, they ice like a skating rink (ice)
this b+tch is crazy talkin’ ’bout some ring (huh?)
you know it’s bad when she give you a wink (nah)
i can’t trust no one (no one), they don’t wanna show real love (real love)
party all night, might as well get high (yeah)
b+tches be trippin’, they tellin’ these lies (yeah)
she kissin’ women, i know she a dyk+ (what?)
but i don’t mind, man, she likes what she likes (yeah)
two bad ass b+tches, man, i can’t decide (nah)
lie to my face, look me right in my eye (yeah)
stick to the fam’ ’til the day that i die (slatt)
i’m gonna make it as long as i try (woo, lil grape)
[verse 2: lil grape]
on again, off again, why do i try? (what? what?)
pretty like city, i call her dubai (yeah)
girls kissin’ girls and i’m thinkin’ they bi
i’m gettin’ this bread, i’m not talkin’ ’bout rye (yeah, yeah)
focused on friends and i’m gettin’ these stacks
only trust money, never stab my back (yeah)
run on my own and i’m feelin’ like a track now (what?)
run on my own and i’m gettin’ these stacks now (yeah, yeah)
run on my own and i’m gettin’ these milly’s (yeah)
215, man, i rep’ philly (yeah)
f+ckin’ with ace or grape, you’re silly (what?)
ridin’ on my dirt bike, feelin’ like milly (what?)
shootin’ the three and i feel like maxey
shawty wanna f+ck, so i took her to the backseat
shawty wanna ride, but i ain’t no taxi
stay gettin’ money, you ain’t finna tax me
runnin’ around and i’m feelin’ so hurt (hurt)
give grape a beat and he goin’ berserk (‘serk)
flexin’ my beater, i don’t need a shirt (shirt)
playin’ with patience, i hope that it works (works)
feelin’ like an mvp, i’m hurts (hurts)
play with the grape, i’ll put you in a he+rs+ (he+rs+)
grape do not lie (what?), why do i try? why do i try? (what? what? what? what?)
on again, off again, why do i try?
pretty like city, i call her dubai, hol’ up
[chorus: ace og]
yeah
money standin’ tall, feelin’ like yao ming (cash)
diamonds, they ice like a skating rink (ice)
this b+tch is crazy talkin’ ’bout some ring (huh?)
you know it’s bad when she give you a wink (nah)
i can’t trust no one (no one), they don’t wanna show real love (real love)
party all night, might as well get high (yeah)
b+tches be trippin’, they tellin’ these lies (yeah)
she kissin’ women, i know she a dyk+ (what?)
but i don’t mind, man, she likes what she likes (yeah)
two bad ass b+tches, man, i can’t decide (nah)
lie to my face, look me right in my eye (yeah)
stick to the fam’ ’til the day that i die (slatt)
i’m gonna make it as long as i try (hmm+hmm+hmm, woo)

[outro]
(level)

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