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cyhi the prynce - real talk lyrics

[verse 1: cyhi da prince]
one hand wash the other, both hands wash the face
that was food for thought, n-gga go wash yo plate
my kingdom is the firm, and pimp i’m dr. dre
good music is the team and shawty i’m dr. j
cause real n-ggas do real things, we don’t talk we don’t spill beans
start selling mid when i was 15, hidden hills off field green
got a stupid chain, gotta ill ring, jacob n-gga that’s real bling
i’m a drum major i keep a band and a buncha hoes on my drill team
young prince i know real kings, i dont 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 gotta question to ask yall, any real players in the building?

[hook]
i’m in the club, throwed like lacrosse
chillin in my section, smoking that exhaust
yo b-tch was on my d-ck and shawty that ain’t my fault
so before you start some sh-t, i suggest you walk
real talk, real talk, real talk, r-real talk
real talk, real talk, real talk, r-real talk
real talk, jealousy, that’s against the law
real talk, r-real talk, r-real talk, r-real talk
r-real talk

[verse 2: cyhi da prince]
i said man sharpen man, like steel sharpen steel
i’m the streets’ dr. phil, i make music y’all can feel
yeen talking ’bout no money if you ain’t talking mills
took my fives to the bank and exchanged for larger bills
boy i keep a lot of hoes, you can ask my partner pill
if tameka ain’t gon’ f-ck, then i know that tasha will
you went and bought that b-tch a truck, from me she barely got a meal
you look like one of them rap n-ggas who never got a deal
but i’m a b-o-s-s, jumping out of that s.s
high school, superlatives, she most attractive, i’m best dressed
i’m so happy to be alive but every day i’m dead fresh
she already 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 muf-cka that’s a female’s trait
she let the whole gang bang, we call her east la
cuz i’m a v-12 and n-gga you just a clk

[hook]

[verse 3: dose]
make big plays, bang desert eagles, got desert storm sw-ng from my charm
ben franklin tatted in my arm, my n-gga eating no ramadan
big dough, no papa johns, all this d-mn versace on
medusa head, tryna duck the feds, i pop the meds, i pour the meds
i stay low, i keep the mid going for the high i’m bussing heads
we in the building, we do it big, i’m in the bed with yo b-tch
and you know this, a hundred bottles help you notice
these diamonds flawless, ferocious – so sick
b-b-tch i’m in my zone, b-tch i’m on it
knock it out the park, bases loaded
my name hold weight n-gga watch me tote it
n-ggas looking like they want it but that f-ck sh-t they stay on it
i’m in the penthouse, thumbing through thousands, my b-tch bad, her -ss fat
i get racks, she can have that, 5th plaza, we smashed that
new coupe, paper tag that, all that money, where ya swag at?
you see me, i burn the track to the 3rd degree and you can wrap that

[hook]

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