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the real 1 (designer) - dat real 1 lyrics

[intro]
(xool on the beat, boy)
in my blunt, n+gga
know i got that real one, this that real runtz, n+gga
yeah, got that real one, this that real— yeah
yeah, ayy

[chorus]
that’s for sure
man, we on the way, n+ggas know we comin’
wake up early mornin’ countin’ pape’, through the blues, i’m thumbin’
i walk in that booth, get on that beat, yeah, then i run it
man, i know these n+ggas like to hate, yeah, i ain’t stuntin’ it
man, i know these n+ggas like to hate, yeah, they be hoes
this that ‘za, what i smoke
off the head, this ain’t wrote
it get cold, get your coat
n+ggas broke, movin’ slow
i’ma chase that pape’, for sure
smoke that gas and then, i float

[verse]
yeah, i can’t feel nothin’, n+gga, this that real one
yeah, this that real runtz, n+gga, we got real funds
n+ggas, they be real dumb, they ain’t havin’ nothin’
that pape’, you know i got a ton
my mama said, “you got it son”
for sure, i know i gotta stay in the yo just like i’m gotti
n+ggas be slimy, sh+t can get snotty
your lil’ b+tch a freak, that ho get naughty
that lil’ ho a freak, that lil’ b+tch get nasty but she keep it classy
slidin’ suburban, i’m ducked off in the backseat
trust me, you won’t catch me
in the booth, i’m rollin’ juice up
your b+tch tryna pour up
got that bag, we might show up
but if it’s not, then that sh+t dead
yeah, b+tch get left on read
yeah, b+tch, heard what i said
“d+mn, why your eyes so red?”
yeah, take gas to the head
[chorus]
that’s for sure
man, we on the way, n+ggas know we comin’
wake up early mornin’ countin’ pape’, through the blues, i’m thumbin’
i walk in that booth, get on that beat, yeah, then i run it
man, i know these n+ggas like to hate, yeah, i ain’t stuntin’ it
man, i know these n+ggas like to hate, yeah, they be hoes
this that ‘za, what i smoke
off the head, this ain’t wrote
it get cold, get your coat
n+ggas broke, movin’ slow
i’ma chase that pape’, for sure
smoke that gas and then, i float

[outro]
(xool on the beat, boy)
in my blunt, n+gga
know i got that real one, this that real runtz, n+gga
yeah, ayy, let’s go, n+gga, ayy
yeah
yeah, n+gga
man, i know these n+ggas like to hate, yeah, they be hoes
this that ‘za, what i smoke
off the head, this ain’t wrote

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