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bigwestt - real deal lyrics

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[intro]
uh+huh
(skrrt, skrrt)

[chorus]
i’m so one hundred, ain’t it? watch how i’m buzzin’, ain’t it?
see how i’m havin’ sh+t my way, wish that i wasn’t, ain’t it?
mama told me, “shoot that shot and make sure that you aim it”
double up on what i lost, god, i gotta claim it
i’m in the starting five, you just a runner+up
i’ma stand on all ten and run a hundred up
how you get ahold of me, then go and f+ck it up?
miss me with the sucker sh+t, i told ’em suck it up
yeah, i’m the real deal, your last b+tch a phony
if he say he tryna shop, i tell him push up on me
told a b+tch i’m tryna crack, i ain’t tryna be your homie
even the ones who talkin’ down gon’ play that like they know me

[verse]
you wasn’t f+ckin’ with me then, you can’t f+ck with me now
i have my brothers watch the spot and catch you runnin’ out
all of a sudden i get noticеd and you love me now? (oh, wow)
same n+gga usеd to dub tryin’ to f+ck me now?
labels tryna cut a piece, i’ma need the whole thing
rap don’t work, then i’m tryna make a door swing
he said, “baby, you so f+ckin’ gutter, you got dope slang”
b+tches got they nose inside my business, snortin’ cocaine
and you know i got it [?] let this n+gga in
bad b+tch lookin’ like a barbie, really i just need a ken
size+seven dior shoes, b+tches try to squeeze ’em in
d+mn, i’m really poppin’ sh+t, gettin’ under b+tches’ skin
face card never dirty, i just wipe the plate clean
‘nother bag got filled with thirties, know what holdin’ weight mean? (huh?)
closest b+tches say it’s love, must not know what hate mean (yeah)
he say, “bae, your p+ssy dope,” this n+gga a straight fiend
[interlude]
homegirl, please, homegirl, please
b+tch, step your p+ssy up, step your cookies up ‘fore they crumble
and make one of them n+ggas in your hometown sponsor your motherf+ckin’ lifestyle, b+tch, and go get you a groupie ho

[chorus]
i’m so one hundred, ain’t it? watch how i’m buzzin’, ain’t it?
see how i’m havin’ sh+t my way, wish that i wasn’t, ain’t it?
mama told me, “shoot that shot and make sure that you aim it”
double up on what i lost, god, i gotta claim it
i’m in the starting five, you just a runner+up
i’ma stand on all ten and run a hundred up
how you get ahold of me, then go and f+ck it up?
miss me with the sucker sh+t, i told ’em suck it up
yeah, i’m the real deal, your last b+tch a phony
if he say he tryna shop, i tell him push up on me
told a b+tch i’m tryna crack, i ain’t tryna be your homie
even the ones who talkin’ down gon’ play that like they know me

[outro]
grrah, grrah
skrrt
skrrt, skrrt



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