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droop-e - fail to realize lyrics

[hook: e-40]
you n-gg-s fail to realize (realize)
we do it king size (king size)
watch what you say, might be the cause of your demise
get your money up (money up)
put some ketchup on your fries (on your fries)
you fail to realize
you n-gg-s fail to realize (realize)
we do it king size (king size)
watch what you say, might be the cause of your demise
get your money up (money up)
put some ketchup on your fries (on your fries)
you fail to realize

[verse 1: droop-e]
my game is potent as a pack, i stay as high as a condo
bottle after bottle, just got back from morocco
my motto “full throttle” and my n-gg-s are hostile
stomp you into a waffle for all that talkin’ bravado
got to actin’ irrational, turned his dome to pistachio
left his brain on the patio, all my savages savvy, bro
i fly like an eagle, i’ma shark you a seal
smokin’ on strong, we be sparkin’ for real
you ride with them people, you sh-tty, you fecal
we the sickest n-gg-s healthy, shout out to my cousin fik though
tryin’ to get more chips than a casino in reno
jealous -ss suckas h-lla salty like miso (jealous motha f-ckas)
i be incognito, gettin’ gouda and scootin’
rollin’ in the traffic, plottin’ and movin’
medium rare salmon with the lemon b-tter sauce
all i gotta do is cough to have your scalp moved off

[verse 2: bandz talk]
what you fail to realize is, it ain’t no switchin’ sides
i’m locked in sick wid it records, them hog ties
450, bang four-fifths
and runned it up fresh out the box on a broke b-tch
i’m so sick, i’m so sick, ’cause i been around some cold sh-t
all these late bloomin’ -ss n-gg-s be on some ho sh-t
that b-tch finna get turnt quick
n-gg-s ain’t gettin’ no chips
pullin’ up with that turf b-tch, i’m pullin’ up with that make b-tch
her little brother set trip, i’m up on this band sh-t
bandz talk bands b-tch, king size king sh-t
realize a real b-tch gonna always do some real sh-t
what you fail to realize that every b-tch ain’t no real b-tch
on that fake b-tch, i’ll hit that k!ll switch (i’ll hit that k!ll switch)
can you motherf-ckas stunt back like a spine?
little b-tch, put some ketchup on them french fries

[verse 3: nef the pharaoh]
hey yo trax, let me see what you got
i was in the streets while they was still on the pot
this here black kid played a chevy
ain’t nothin’ on my wrist but my neck on heavy
nas off belly with a little makaveli
i put her in the telly, i got that check is what she tell me
you n-gg-s fail to realize ain’t nothin’ this is real life
pull up in that bruce wayne, sh-t a movie, i’m the dark knight
cup full of act’ right, pack a gun and still fight
you n-gg-s b-tch made, mackin’ since the sixth grade
she call me chang super groovy, make ’em do the wave
you h-lla old and you still broke you got some foolish ways
oh no, b-tch lick b-lls
you wasn’t talkin’ ’bout no money i got h-lla missed calls
this dog n-gg- need a b-tch so we can both be dogs
doggystyle in the back of the benz, she get a [?]

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