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waka flocka flame - real nigga love lyrics

[intro: flocka]
brake your back b-tch

[verse 1: flocka]
now what them real n-ggas like?
molly’s in my liquor
prescription pills and weed
that’s a real n-gga drug
show some p-ssy make a real n-gga throw it up
throw it up
show some love
just because you a bad b-tch
just because you on your grind girl
i respect everything you do
work mama
work mama
work mama
get them bands ho
work mama, work mama
slip them grands ho
we caught eye contact
i walked up on her like
“girl you got one bright future”
i’m her boyfriends nightmare, freddy kruger
p-ssy good so i bust up with a broken back [?], [?]
beat the p-ssy, lex luger
boom, boom, boom
get low like some 808s
got the squares out my circle now my paper straight
b-tch, i got work on layaway
b-tch, i got work on labor day

[hook: flocka]
molly’s in her liquor
prescription pills and weed
that’s a real drug
i got all the bad b-tches
i got all the real n-ggas
turn her house into a club
turn her house into a club
she don’t want a scrub she want that real n-gga love
she gave me mouth in the tub
then she walked out, kissed you like “whaaaat?!”
turn her house into the club
turn her house into a club
turn the house into the club
“n-gga whaaaat?!”
turn her house into a club
“n-gga whaaaat?!”

[verse 2: flocka]
eyes big like kermit the frog’s
all them molly’s and them bars
i was chillin’ and hanging with stars
crystal don’t come in them bags, they come in jars
she came four times, that’s a par
-ss so big you can see from far
no bar after party in the back seat of my car
and you got vip tickets
p-ssy knee deep in it
cut my hands stomp my feet in it
fall asleep in it
might p-ss out in it
going hard like the 9th inning
spend the night in it

[hook]

[verse 3: too $hort]
i’mma throw a party at her momma house
her momma fine i’mma put in her momma mouth
short dog, i stay with the hoes
but never in my life will i stay with a ho
i’m on the go
middle of the summer with some snow
popping pills and these b-tches want blow
whatever i gotta do to get the party started
the b-tch never stopped once the party started
up all night doing h-lla sh-t
and when she came out them clothes she was h-lla thick
b-tch was drunker than me on tmz
and if you seen that sh-t boy i was h-lla lit
she said: “why the call you short, you got h-lla d-ck”
if you ain’t sucking on it b-tch it’s irrelevant
she started sucking me up for the h-ll of it
and i busted in the face of that pretty little yellow b-tch

[hook]

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