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ar'mon & trey - real nasty lyrics

[intro]
ain’t that dj chose over there? it look like dj chose

[verse 1: ar’mon]
i might just fly her where i stay
press the code go through the gate
i got habits, gotta have designer garments when i lay
ducking cuffs and dodging bullets, we was running from the jakes
gucci logo on my collar, only time i’m with a snake
told my b+tch that she so gorgeous
hope she don’t ignore this
i might cut her off this time
f+ck all nght ’till we exhausted
put that p+ssy in a coffin
f+ck around and press rewind
it ain’t no win or lose
and i’m f+cking with my gang, it ain’t no pick and choose
y’all f+ck n+ggas gon’ drop the ball ’cause y’all pikachus
these carti frames three thousand dollars when i’m peaking through
watch who you speaking to (yeah yeah)
[chorus: trey & ar’mon]
vv’s in the chain dancing
amiris on my waist, my sh+t real fancy (real fancy)
that birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
but 100 bands make her real nasty
pull up, bust it down, we not romanicin’ (uh+uh)
she don’t use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
but a birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
but 100 bands make her real nasty

[verse 2: trey & ar’mon]
lambo cost a quarter
made ’bout three m’s for my daughter
met a b+tch from ‘cross the border
if she don’t f+ck, i might deport her
i’m the type to pull up with the racks out
f+ck a b+tch until she pass out
most known to be a singing n+gga but i still reach and pull the glock out
tryna tell lil’ bro “need to calm down”
see a whip, cop a whip, that’s mine now
lil’ b+tch in the pit, she fanned out
for the show, pay cut bring my man’s out
she keep tryna tell me that this birkin make her classy
i can guarantee this hunnid bands a make her nasty, yeah

[chorus: trey & ar’mon]
vv’s in the chain dancing
amiris on my waist, my sh+t real fancy (real fancy)
that birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
but 100 bands make her real nasty
pull up, bust it down, we not romanicin’ (uh+uh)
she don’t use no hands, she be real fancy (yeah yeah)
but a birkin bag make her look classy (classy)
but 100 bands make her real nasty
[bridge: trey]
she gon’ wind up doing what i said so
she know what is with a n+gga from the get go
lil’ baby on my line, might have to buy that b+tch a metro
drop it on a dime, i had to give that hoe a medal
(yeah yeah)
blue face hinnids on my mind
she addicted to the life and she f+cking with the hype, yeah
freak b+tch tyna spend the night
hit the dm, book a flight
she gon’ do it for the likes, yeah yeah

- armon trey lyrics

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