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cyhi da prynce - real talk lyrics

(verse 1 – cyhi)
one hand wash the other
both hands, wash the face
that was food for thought, n-gg- go wash your plate
my kingdom is the firm, and pimp i’m dr.dre
good music is the team and shawty i’m dr.j
cuz real n-gg-z do real things
we don’t talk,we don’t spill beans
start selling mid when i’ma 15
hid in hills off fillgreen
got a stupid chain got an ill ring
jacob n-gg- that’s real bling
ima drum major i keep a band
and a bunch of hoes on my drill team
young prince i know real kings
i don’t sleep but i still dream
born and raised in the dirty south
but when you see me i’m still clean
shawty i’m a legend in the a dominique wilkins
i got a question to ask you all
any real players in the building

(hook)
i’m in the club, throwed like lacrosse
chilling in my section
smoking that exhaust
your b-tch was on my d-ck
but shawty that ain’t my fault
so before you start some sh-t
i suggest you walk ,real talk
real talk,real talk
real talk,real talk
real talk,real talk
real talk,real talk
jealousy that’s against the law
real talk,real talk
real talk,real talk

(verse 2 – cyhi)
i said man sharpin man
like steel sharpin steel
i’m the streets dr phil
i make music y’all could feel
u ain’t talking ’bout no money
if you ain’t talking mills
took my fives to the bank
in exchange for larger bills
boy i keep alot of hoes
you can ask my partner pill
if tamika ain’t gon’ f-ck
then i know that tasha will
you went and bought the b-tch a truck
from me she barely got a meal
you look like one of them rap n-gg-z
who never got a deal
but i’m a b o s s
jumping out of that ss
highschool ,suburban tale
she most attractive i’m best dressed
i’m so happy to be alive
but everyday i’m dead fresh
she all ready on my d-ck
and we ain’t even had s-x yet
i got the discount you paid the retail rate
don’t be jealous motherf-cker that’s the females trait
she let the whole gang bang we call her east la
’cause i’m a v12 and n-gg- you just a clk hey

(verse 3 – dose)
made benz play , banged us an eagle
got double storm swingin from my charm
ben franklin tated in my arm
my n-gg- eating know im a don
big dough no papa johns
all that d-mn versace on
medusa head tryin’ to duck the feds
i pop the meds, i pour da meds
i stay low i keep da mid
going for the high im bussin heads
we in the building we do it big
i’m in the buildin wit yo b-tch
and you know this, 100 bottles help you notice
deez diamonds flawless ferocious,so sick
bi-b-tch i’m in my zone,b-tch i’m on it
knock it out the park bases loaded
my main hoe wait n-gg- watch me tote it
n-gg-‘s looking like they be wantin’ it
but that f-ck sh-t to stay on it
i’m in the penthouse i’m a 2000
my b-tch bad her -ss fat
i get racks she can have that
fif plaza we smash that
new coup paper tag that
all the money where your swag at
you see me i burn the track
to a 3rd degree and you can have that boy

- cyhi da prynce lyrics

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