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tobeyworld! - really niggy?! lyrics

ahhh
yo who is this
(its ya boi rich)
yo what’s good fam
(tobey i’m readin you comments, fam, these n-ggas sayin’ that your album coming’s a broken condom, first week, fam.)
oh so n-ggas already hatin’?
let’s show these n-ggas what’s really good

[verse 1]
i could never make a move unless it’s tactical
tobey magical these white girls call me magical
why you wanna have my child we ain’t compatible
what you mean i got you pregnant you dramatical

[chorus]
homie said he fell in love i’m like really n-ggy?!
i could never love a thot, i’m not silly n-ggy!
i’m the fresh prince of my town like the phili’ n-ggy!
and i’m rockin’ [?] i’m a [?] n-ggy!

[verse 2]
baby sent a selfie and she nudie bro
life is on the cards like a yu-gi-oh
me and richie crazy in the studio
wake up in the mornin eat a bowl of f-ckin booty o’s b-tch!
looking at me rung up, just look at yo b-tch
i just gotta come at yo b-tch
i could get the whole squad involved with yo b-tch
i could get the whole town involved with yo b-tch
how you call shooters on me my n-gga i ain’t got no booze that’s on me
how you call shooters on me my n-gga you called up some losers on me
you n-ggas a fad
you talk about gettin’ the bag
i know if you trap
you finna get pistoled and stabbed
time is money, i got money and a new clock
bald b-tch with a nose ring i call her 2pac
i made all you n-ggas but i’m dippin
i’m a black man
but i want the credit even though i’ve been a bad dad
i’m the main man you watchin from the stands man
im in my own world because i feel abandoned
and i speak a secret language you don’t understand man
why you n-ggas go [?] turned it into pac man
i remember says when i was in cl-ss the teacher was on my -ss
my momma was gettin’ mad i ain’t p-ssed
me and my homies was smokin gas
they showed me all of they gat’s
and told me i’m gettin’ bashed if i rat
choppas on me
choppas on my homies and my chronies
i hate all you n-ggas call me [?]
(yeawwww)

(its produced by rich)
uh
[?]
n-gga- n-gga shut the f-ck up
you soundin’ like russ -ss on the track
n-gga tryna get credit for everything cuh
bro, bro you know how we rock

- tobeyworld lyrics

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