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rich boy - real muthafucka lyrics

[hook]
daddy ain’t raise no punk, momma ain’t raise no sucka
i don’t like fake n-ggas, cuz i’m a real m-th-f-cka
i’m a real m-th-f-cka, i’m a real m-th-f-cka
i don’t like fake n-ggas, cuz i’m a real m-th-f-cka

[verse 1: rich boy]
i’m getting bread with some b-tter, b-tch in my cut yes i her
swerving on pump m-th-f-cka, spin out and burnout some rubber
see i can spot undercovers before they catch us and cuff us
you p-ssy n-ggas can’t touch us, i bang and bust on you bustas
i like to pop a few bottles, drinkin down three with some models
they like the chevy and swallow i pull another tomorrow
i keep it real you a lie you the first to testify
telling on me selling pie, if you done n0body cry
on my common denominator, that money bring dirty paper
don’t know what to do with haters, call me the exterminator
too much for the piggy bank, that purple sh-t is what i drank
a real n-gga what you ain’t, so f-ck you and what you thank

[hook]

[verse 2: ]
baby mommas and wifeys ya they know i’m that n-gga
police shoot through my name, ds follow my twitter
suckas pointing me out, i never told on a man
i’m in the lineup wasn’t me now i’m back on the lane
swagger makes the b-tches pop, i took a cab and i was shot
i was rapping i was rapping cooking deal in the pot
free d-bo and wok, real n-ggas for life
and at my shows get real usually end up in fights
b-tch n-ggas is tripping and my k!llers is itching
favorite room in the mansion it’s probably the kitchen
cops k!ll little lotto, eat a d-ck is the motto
learn the green collision if i don’t make it tomorrow

[hook]

[verse 3: ]
the realest n-ggas jus popped in it, do it like pac did it
boxers is showing my pants sag and the glock in it
cars with no tops with it, these n-ggers do not live it
hole in my bottle enjoy the air of that god given
did it for my city, did it for my borough
do it for my n-ggas in cages and dark tunnels
f-ck what these p-ssy saying, these n-ggas is industry
lord i can’t help it i beat ‘em like we was in the street
f-ck all my with my enemies while i’m getting my d-ck sucked
in vegas where i’m living like i don’t give one f-ck
real recognize i got a homie named rich boy
there’s only one mission baby and that’s to get rich boy

[hook]

- rich boy lyrics

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