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damjonboi - fareal lyrics

[verse 1]
walk in hutch, spend a dub, it ain’t sh+t (it ain’t sh+t)
catch him lackin’ at that light, it’s a hit
put your b+tch on a flight ’cause she a trip
i told ping stay down, we gon’ get rich, hmm
do what real n+ggas do and put your gang on (gang on)
f+ck a b+tch from the back with my chain on (uh)
it’s friday, i’m feelin’ good, might throw the frames on
seen my opps in the club, they got rained on
might drop a bag on a n+gga for no reason
tough twined to hit record, and watch me turn into a demon
tell the b+tch i really love her, she can tell i’m ’bout to leave her
redbone chocolate things, i can switch ’em by the season
i might pull up in a benz, or i might skrrt off in a bimmer, hmm
it’s only so many n+ggas i can call on (uh+huh)
the same n+ggas that i was hatin’, they got balled on
or tryna slide for two or three, but took ’em all home

[chorus]
thеy ain’t f+ckin’ with your baby, for real (nah, for real)
f+ck ’em all, thеy gotta pay me, for real (nah, for real)
i got gang goin’ crazy for real (for real)
i see the smiles, but they hate me for real
all these b+tches wanna f+ck, for real (for real)
drop a bag, get him touched for real (nah, for real)
whole squad goin’ up, for real
i ain’t get here off no luck, for real
[verse 2]
my lil’ brother goin’ up, you hear me?
’bout a ten for a feat’, another thou’ to stand near me
lost b, i swear that sh+t hurt my soul, f+ckin’ up my goals
she don’t know who to f+ck ’cause we all froze
ain’t never have to choose no b+tches ’cause we all chose
hit the set, we gon’ shop ’til the mall close
and we gon’ sleep over no opps ’cause they all hoes (f+ck ’em)
couple freaks came to the crib, and they all cold
a hundred b+tches in my phone, and i don’t trust one
this b+tch keep on talkin’ ’bout love, got me f+cked up
i’m on the mile in a foreign gettin’ sucked up
she say her n+gga hurt her feelings, so the f+ck what? (sh+t)
lil’ bro but out the way fightin’ a fed case
suck me good, i’ma f+ck you ’til the bed break (okay)
i got two b+tches in the room havin’ a head race
we sippin’ slime, but i just love the way that red taste
don’t compare me to these n+ggas, i’m a f+ckin’ goat
we can’t take you n+ggas serious, you a f+ckin’ joke (nah, for real)
i ain’t talkin’ vapes when i say we want all the smoke
uh, left out of louis, spent 3k on a f+ckin’ coat
sellin’ people all them lies, i’m tryna give ’em hope
mmm, headed back up to the yo so i could drop a— (shh)

[chorus]
mmm, they ain’t f+ckin’ with your baby, for real (nah, for real)
f+ck ’em all, they gotta pay me, for real (nah, for real)
i got gang goin’ crazy for real (nah, for real)
i see the smiles, but they hate me for real
all these b+tches wanna f+ck, for real (for real)
drop a bag, get him touched for real (nah, for real)
whole squad goin’ up, for real (for real)
i ain’t get here off no luck, for real
[outro]
real sh+t

- damjonboi lyrics

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