uncle murda - real niggas back lyrics
(intro greatness)
i want my real n-ggas back, i brought my real n-ggas back
(hook greatness)
put the money in the bag like whoa!
hit the gas in the new wraith like whoa!
and i know these n-ggas hate
but i laugh in they face
got a quarter million dollars on my wrist
big sh-t ballin’, house in the hills
i bring my real n-ggas back
i brought the real n-ggas back
whatchu tell’em?
(uncle murda)
reef we got one
(verse 1 uncle murda)
heard n-ggas robbed migos
won’t hear about n-ggas robbin’ me though (nope nope nope)
n-ggas ain’t movin’ c0ke though
n-ggas moving side with these hoes
1500 to pound get it from l.a. shoutout to my migos
government tryna make it legal
i’m strapped up with a desert eagle (bang bang bang)
a head nod will you get you 6 feet
i’ma show’em ain’t sh-t sweet
i ain’t catch a body ’bout a week ago, man i caught a body this week (this week)
took money out the safe, like
do it all in your b-tch face, like
i know these n-ggas mad
i bought your b-tch a new bag
rollies on wristes my uncle be shinin’
we all gettin’ paper my whole crew be grindin’
that benz from the dealership came with no mileage
we run through these hoes got these n-ggas be wasted
(hook greatness)
put the money in the bag like whoa!
hit the gas in the new wraith like whoa!
and i know these n-ggas hate
but i laugh in they face
got a quarter million dollars on my wrist
big sh-t ballin’, house in the hills
i bring my real n-ggas back
i brought the real n-ggas back
whatchu tell’em
(verse 2 greatness)
steppin’ at giuseppe in my rolls royce wraith
100 grand might throw it at your face
what it look like n-gga
what a gang of n-ggas making money on a streets
got a red porsche, and a red phantom, and a red b-tch lookin’ so good
real street n-gga, on the block n-gga, quarter bird got a n-gga hot n-gga ayy
got these real n-ggas with me call up oprah make us sit up on the sofa, ayy
she wanna talk ’bout that lifestyle making money feeling so cool
real n-ggas back in style
real n-ggas back in style
imma take ya back for a while
ridin’ in a beamer coupe looking like cocaine n-gga like a dopeman n-gga
(hook greatness 2x)
put the money in the bag like whoa!
hit the gas in the new wraith like whoa!
and i know these n-ggas hate
but i laugh in they face
got a quarter million dollars on my wrist
big sh-t ballin’, house in the hills
i bring my real n-ggas back
i brought the real n-ggas back
whatchu tell’em
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