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black $neak - for real lyrics

[intro]
black $neak
yeah, yeah

[verse]
do what i want cuz i’m free, too young but independent
always winin big fees, that’s why my clip is extended
i put a money mix down, she open her legs now
yes i am for real
new message for my baby, no f-ck now cuz i’m lazy
sike, are you crazy
let’s go, let’s make it lady
oh my god, look at this
oh my god, she wanna snitch
b-tch are you for real
i said that “pop a bottle shawty”
and the b-tch got naughty
i know many motherf-ckers who want to get rid of me
past is past, present is important
i have a lotta disappointments, but i don’t care b-tch cuz i got new jordans
block boy and i’m fightin for joy
it’s like i’m leroy
they say i’m stupid cuz i’m givin bucks for a f-ck
please shut the f-ck up, you f-ckin sl-ts
flippin dineros like i’m flipp dinero
look at my sneaks, they’re very rare bro
you sayin you a champion, man shut your -ss, you in the lower cl-ss
to you my bro she sayin “p-ss”
vvs, i’m chasin
fright, i’m facing
her -ss so amazing, can’t be replacing
yeah, ayy
if they set you a bounty
go in your apartment
all my dolls are hoes
when i’m showin the dough she puttin of her motherf-ckin clothes
man look at your toes
is this a joke
bro what are those
she said i’m f-ckin like a pro
of course i do ho
get the .44
wait, imma switch the flow
keep your finger on the trigger cuz the danger may be bigger
when we doin jigga jigga
turn off your ringer, ringer
bill after bill til i make a mill
in this life i wanna chill, give me b-tch from brazil
you givin your last cents for plants
while i’m gettin money for talkin no sense
in the streets, playin games from the casino
i need a bad b-tch from miami or b-tch that is latino
what are you guys doin dawg
man get your b-tch up cuz she look like frog
and she eatin c-cks
i’ll stretch mine hard
bro check my bars
you’re too humble
i’m always ready to rumble
too many haters
too many traders
f-ck the raters
f-ck you if you step on my kyries, on my jordans, on my lebrons, on my vapors
money chaser, in my mind only papers
b-tch sit on my meat, it wanna fit in your cl-t
man look at her t-ts, this night gon be lit
tell me the truth or you’ll be without a tooth
don’t mess with my gang cuz we shoot
i want all the loot
the p-ssy feel so smooth
cuz the b-tch is too cute
imma put inside the fruit
yeah ayy, imma put inside the fruit
i’m talkin it for real

[outro]
ah you b-tch -ss boy
you too janky, yeah, motherf-cker
chasin guala
yeah, yeah, huh
shut your -ss

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