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sha hef - real niggaz lyrics

[intro]
it’s alotta n-gg-s out here talking that real sh-t man
i hear it, but i don’t see a lot of that sh-t
you know what i’m saying?
i be outside every muhf-cking day
it ain’t too many real motherf-ckers out there man
where y’all n-gg-s at man?

[hook x2]
real n-gg-s on the left of me
gang bangers on the right of me
keep the hammer on the side of me
i could never let ’em slide on me
i could never let ’em lie to me
mob, that’s how i gotta be
got some real n-gg- policy
this a street n-gg- lottery

[verse 1]
i just caught another case, enemy of the state
now it got me ducking jake but i’m still f-cking with the weight
kick a door and get the safe, if that’s your shorty, that’s debate
put the hammer in his face, ask him how that pistol taste
dirty soda in my cup, thirty thirty on my waist
put in work for the plate, turn a drum for the cake
skrt-skrt that’s grace, let it cool then i wait
my metro boomin, i’m a b-ss, learned dollars not a race
if it’s drama pop it off, got some shotters, pop it off
n-gg-s p-ssy, knock it off, if he’s p-ssy knock him off
i’m on his head, they chop it off, [?] chop ’em all
hunnit shots’ll drop him off, and i was shopping at the mall
i ain’t gotta make a call, all my n-gg-s keep it tall
p-ssy n-gg- you a fraud, send a n-gg- to the lord
turn a n-gg- to a headline cause the p-ssy couldn’t meet the deadline
red coupe, out the red line, with a backseat for the fed time

[verse 2]
write a verse or write a eulogy, drop a deuce and cook the beautiful
you don’t know what this money do to me, i been trapping like it’s touring
the feds tryna get a view of me, i know these p-ss-es been pursuing me
i just met her now she doing me, let her suck and now she chewing me
i don’t have faith in the government, democrats or the republicans
[?] and then we double it, that super slow got me bubbling
they ask for credit then i’m doubling, fiends at the gl-ss, i ain’t studdering
b-tch set you up cause i cut her in, thirty in the whip, why you hovering
p-ssy n-gg-s get no p-ss, leave a p-ssy in the past
got the p-ssy, it was trash, all i gave her was a task
captain shoulda been in cl-ss, uncle smoking outta gl-ss
i was always good at math, make the birdies take a bath

[pre-hook]
real n-gg-s on my left, i could put ’em on your neck
bet they riding ’til the death, pull up, they just seen a mess
treat a n-gg- like a ref, hit the p-ssy with a tec
it ain’t all about a cheque, n-gg-s dying for respect

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