beat king - real life lyrics
[hook]
i sw-ng a b-tch with the paper tag
i copped the wraith just to make em mad
i f-ck a hoe look like stacy dash
i f-ck these b-tches in real life
all my hoes do a lot of blow
i make a hoe kiss another hoe
club god i get a lot of dough
i get this paper in real life
it’s f-ck a hater in real life
i drive these cars in real life
i f-ck these broads in real life
texas hammers the squad in real life
hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
bad b-tch with me when i roll up
i get this paper in real life
it’s f-ck these haters in real life
[verse 1 – beatking]
zilla zilla i’m the truth
pull up in the coup with a swoop
i got that ‘lac with no roof
i got that ac in my juice
you tryna jack then i shoot
k!ll a n-gga then i’m back in the booth
your baby mom on my d-ck
i hit her from the back and then take off my swoopes
i got b-tches, i got paper
put the ‘lac on them sw-ngers
you kiss hoes, that’s amazing
she suck d-ck, i can’t save her
that’s the code, b-tch i’m throwed
wrist is froze, pimpin’ hoes
tippin’ fours, trunk exposed
with the neon lights before it close
beatking swingin’ something mean
i got bread like [?]
if your b-tch on my d-ck on my instagram pic tell her come clean
cause you know club got the [?]
she call me daddy, no foster
i stay p-ssin’ off these haters
six years in, i ain’t exhausted
[hook]
i sw-ng a b-tch with the paper tag
i copped the wraith just to make em mad
i f-ck a hoe look like stacy dash
i f-ck these b-tches in real life
all my hoes do a lot of blow
i make a hoe kiss another hoe
club god i get a lot of dough
i get this paper in real life
it’s f-ck a hater in real life
i drive these cars in real life
i f-ck these broads in real life
texas hammers the squad in real life
hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
bad b-tch with me when i roll up
i get this paper in real life
it’s f-ck these haters in real life
[verse 2 – beatking]
b-tch i’ve been stackin’ this cake
i got the racks in my safe
your hoe on my d-ck? n-gga, oh well
she threw it back at my hotel
p-ssed her to my partners cause i’m generous
the sh-t you rap about i’m livin’ it
that’s why your baby momma feelin’ it
ain’t no other n-gga trill as this
i got percs, i got xans
i got mollies, whatchu need?
mixed the sh-t with the lean
now this b-tch on her knees
i didn’t do it, it was the drugs
all these strippers showin’ me love
club godzilla, ain’t no other n-gga trilla
pull up in a mothaf-ckin’ three wheeler
sittin’ on the floor with a hoe
i run texas, you ain’t know
not for play, n-gga real life
i had a threesome with your real wife
like bun b i live a trill life
if it ain’t foreign it don’t feel right
they done discontinued ac
cause out of town n-ggas can’t pop a seal right
[hook]
i sw-ng a b-tch with the paper tag
i copped the wraith just to make em mad
i f-ck a hoe look like stacy dash
i f-ck these b-tches in real life
all my hoes do a lot of blow
i make a hoe kiss another hoe
club god i get a lot of dough
i get this paper in real life
it’s f-ck a hater in real life
i drive these cars in real life
i f-ck these broads in real life
texas hammers the squad in real life
hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up
bad b-tch with me when i roll up
i get this paper in real life
it’s f-ck these haters in real life
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