meek mill – real niggaz lyrics
hook:
real n-ggas that beat us
b-tch n-ggas that beat them
real n-ggas that beat us
b-tch n-ggas that beat them
real n-ggas that beat us
b-tch n-ggas that beat them
hitch me ballin like a mother f-cker
hangin all in..let’s go!
figure, gang we doctor hurt the game
strapped up, right leanin on that purple ring
this n-gga violate it the sound the serving mane
he k!lled my man, i k!ll his mama we both know we heard the same
cops put the case on me ’cause makin you stick
i’m lean on yellow blow that purple that’s the laker sh-t
bricks up in that you homie take you rich
you n-ggas is rup all y’all takin ha ha ha
all the women been callin him
i’m getting face i’m a bad chick you home face but glugin in
you should see with me and poppin me bb arguing in
and buggin in, i want all of them
like bug b-gg-r see it that price is vibe
i need that china white
homie you’ll be gone the night, n-gga he’s on a side
say one of my voice is.. and take your work
..don’t get treat me
[2 x hook:]
more my feeling sh-t, i’m k!lling sh-t
i’m in this b-tch with my n-gga gillie da kid
a hundred bricks, a thousand pounds
get club on us and b-tches going down
shout out to my n-gga mick meal
so the deal ain’t..mill
n-gga rapping about cocaine
i really so that dope for real
i really f-ck the hoe for real
and had around drama on a chopper
street meal we get money now
make the f-ck they can’t stop us
damage could they wanna, ace on my charge up
dope n-ggas i’m a triple crol you can’t rob the robbers
put it on the..modify but dodger
paint with that candy same color is thought up
sauce if i take a loss it gonna be a murderer
i am the realest n-gga walking ever heard of
you’re gotti i’m so full of zen in..and purple
and you so full of p–sy you need ten pounds and girt us
[2 x hook:]
real nigagaz that be us, b-tch n-ggas that be them
them n-ggas that you heard about this them bird out we them
you f-ck around and get murder out off the word mouth pm
when them clue shot till your dough n-gga
wavin out foe foe n-gga
ha don’t make me send them shooters to your address
that bullets bustin off your body like bad check
chuck gamble with your life but it’s your last that
you ain’t gotta smoke no pc penny get your -ss wet
what we partners n-gga we roll, bad b-tches on hoe
my n-gga wrist so cold ’cause i ball hard the rose
when i put up in that rose, all my haters just froze
all the b-tches they chose ad everybody they know
[2 x hook:]
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