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vonoff1700 - for real lyrics

[intro]
them n+ggas be dyin’, for real
them n+ggas be dyin’, for real
we layin’ that belt on the opps, for real
we layin’ that belt on the—, yeah
we layin’ that belt on the—
okay, we layin’ that belt on the—
okay, okay, okay (aight. come on)

[chorus]
we layin’ that belt on the opps, for real (for real)
this sh+t won’t never stop, for real (for real, for real)
that n+gga done popped him a yerc, now he wanna slide on von, he fried for real (for real, for real)
when lil three got that wheel, i don’t bе worried, that boy can drive for real (for rеal, for real)
this sh+t is not made up, ask ’bout the opps, them n+ggas be dyin’, for real (for real, for real)
i told that b+tch she broke my heart, i lied, i wasn’t even cryin’, for real (for real, for real)
he say he caught him a lil’ body, he ain’t did sh+t, that lil’ boy lyin’, for real (for real, for real)
they sayin’ all rappers some b+tches and sayin’ my name, they loosin’ they minds, for real (for real, for real)
ha, i’m young and turnt, i’m up like two hundred plus and i ain’t even sign my deal (come on)

[verse]
boy, you a b+tch, your lil’ ass stayed in the house every time it was time to k!ll (your b+tch ass)
this a straight+eight jeep, you don’t even gotta look at the back, you could just tell off the grill
i wish you could ask your homie, but you can’t, he know how that hot sh+t feel (for real)
who got a lo’ on a scat? i ain’t got no v’s, i’m lookin’ for one to go steal (kit)
hit his ass so many times, the news reporter said she can’t believe it’s real (wow)
caught his dumb ass at the light, it was so many bullet holes in the front windshield
yeah, i’m a player now, but, baby, right after we f+ck, i will not be payin’ your bills (i’m not)
the opps like playin’ the ‘net, where is y’all at? n+gga, come and get in the field (right now)
we k!lled the n+gga on camera, that sh+t so funny, i’m watchin’ this b+tch like a reel (replay it)
we all know i got the juice, i can’t move loose, so that’s why i keep my steel (i’m hot)
i’m finna flex my muscle, if you wanna sign me, i need a couple mills (for real)
the opps out on they block, i’m comin’ right through, they ain’t got time to shoot (okay)
i love f+ckin’ all of the hoes and shootin’ my gun, that sh+t give me a thrill (okay)
every time we got us a lo’, we went out spinnin’, it was just me, three, and drills (we comin’)
i was just on the block, tryna go catch me me an opp, i don’t know how i’m up in the hills
we not finna go on a date, lil’ baby, so, no, i will not be splittin’ the bill (i’m not)
[chorus]
we layin’ that belt on the opps, for real (come on, come on)
this sh+t won’t never stop, for real (for real, for real)
that n+gga done popped him a yerc, now he wanna slide on von, he fried for real (for real, for real)
when lil three got that wheel, i don’t be worried, that boy can drive for real (for real, for real)
this sh+t is not made up, ask about the opps, them n+ggas be dyin’, for real (for real, for real)
i told that b+tch she broke my heart, i lied, i wasn’t even cryin’, for real (for real, for real)
he say he caught him a lil’ body, he ain’t did sh+t, that lil’ boy lyin’, for real (for real, for real)
they sayin’ all rappers some b+tches and sayin’ my name, they loosin’ they minds, for real (for real, for real)
ha, i’m young and turnt, i’m up like two hundred plus and i ain’t even sign my deal (come on)

[outro]
for real, for real
n+gga, this sh+t for real, for real
n+gga, this sh+t get real, for real
this sh+t for real

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