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brett reef - for real lyrics

[intro: brett reef & lurry]
yeah (oh yeah)
when i’m counting up the bands
she wanna run it with some hands (oh nah)
mmm, (phew, phew, phew, phew) and that’s for real

[chorus: lurry & brett reef]
i cut her off the line, stop complaining (oh nah)
i light one to get high, you can’t smoke my sh+t
i don’t want her to cry, it’s too late and (don’t come and cry)
she always asking why she can’t be my b+tch
i be feeling low when i be counting up the bands
you wanna run it with some hands, i got a gun that make ‘em dance (a gun that make ‘em dance)
she say that she don’t want no fans, but she run an onlyfans, uh (but she run an onlyfans huh)
michael jack, that boy a dancer, make him put his hands up
and that’s for real
got a gun up in my lap but i don’t shoot to let it k!ll
and these drugs solving my problems, but that sh+t it make me ill
and i always be standing tall, oh your boy he never been lil
and i be looking up at god, asking him if ima heal

[verse 1: brett reef & lurry]
she cold, i’m living in my worst days
a hoe, she k!ll me in the worst ways
baby girl i know, that you ain’t coming first place
that sh+t too slow, and you ain’t finna hurt me (oh yeah)
kitty screaming bl++dy murder, yeah i’m a p+ssy k!ller
mixing oxy with promethazine, it f+cking up my liver (f+cking up my liver)
how you gon’ tell me i’m the one then, f+ck on another n++++? (n++++)
left that houston jawn in austin, now she crying up a river (no way)
told her that i gotta go, go
cause i ain’t f+cking with a hoe
i mix codeine with the perkys and that sh+t it got me slow (that sh+t it got me slow+oh)
sh+t i swear this is the last time, f+ck what you know (what you know, i gotta go)
pour that dusse up in both cups
swear i’m bouta throw up
facts
feeling like a shy kid in my bag
went to riches, started with the rags
without you how am i gon’ spend these tags?
these feelings bout a jawn
i gotta leave ‘em in the past
[chorus 2: lurry & brett reef]
i cut her off the line, stop complaining (oh nah)
i light one to get high, you can’t smoke my sh+t
i don’t want her to cry, it’s too late and (don’t come and cry)
she always asking why she can’t be my b+tch
i be feeling low when i be counting up the bands
you wanna run it with some hands, i got a gun that make ‘em dance (a gun that make ‘em dance)
she say that she don’t want no fans, but she run an onlyfans uh (but she run an onlyfans huh)
michael jack, that boy a dancer, make him put his hands up

[verse 2: brett reef & lurry]
ice king, yeah i said i’m icy
i’m scared that n0body will like me
do she like me?
that ain’t on my psychi, baby
despise me, like the way she ride me, baby
blowing smoke in the air, ‘till i can’t feel none (feel none)
i’m too high up to care if this is real love (real love)
all my n++++s (n++++s)
they some real ones (real ones)
too much liquor
check my liver yeah
check my liver, baby i’m the real one yeah (oh yeah)
and i’m one to be tripping over feelings, yeah
and i be in too deep, this sh+t is getting real, oh yeah
running from death, said i’m running from the reaper
pull up like the reaper, got these n++++s stressing
i blow up like a creeper, team rocket blasting away
i throw her to the team yeah, shawty getting passed to the gang
i know she said that i should change, i’ll tell that girl i’ll never change
[chorus 3: lurry & brett reef]
i cut her off the line, stop complaining (oh nah)
i light one to get high, you can’t smoke my sh+t
i don’t want her to cry, it’s too late and (don’t come and cry)
she always asking why she can’t be my b+tch
i be feeling low when i be counting up the bands
you wanna run it with some hands, i got a gun that make ‘em dance (a gun that make ‘em dance)
she say that she don’t want no fans, but she run an onlyfans uh (but she run an onlyfans huh)
michael jack, that boy a dancer, make him put his hands up (oh yeah)
and that’s for real
got a gun up in my lap but i don’t shoot to let it k!ll
and these drugs solving my problems, but that sh+t it make me ill
and i always be standing tall, oh your boy he never been lil
and i be looking up at god, asking him if ima heal

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