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yowda & slim 400 - real one lyrics

[intro: yowda]
i’m a real one, i don’t feel them
he from the other side, and i’m the real one
yowda

[verse 1: yowda]
i’m on the same cup as last night (that right?)
i ain’t cuttin’ this b-tch until my bag right (uh-uh)
baby say she can help me get my cash right (is that right?)
get dressed for the press, first cl-ss flight
i’m the n-gg- in my city, b-tch (vegas)
extra inch in my jeans so the semi fit
if it ain’t a foreign, then it got a hemi kit (skrrt)
let me get this microphone before the remy hit (yo, yo, yo)
fell in love with the money on the first taste
home run in your b-tch, it ain’t no first base
went to jail without a bail on my first case (d-mn)
you either eating dust (dust), or you in first place

[chorus: yowda]
i’m a real one
point out an opp, i’ma k!ll one
i don’t f-ck with them suckers, i don’t feel them
been a gangster, n-gg-, since a lil’ one
them n-gg-s from the other side and i’m a real one, a real one
point out an opp, i’ma k!ll one
i don’t f-ck with them suckers, i don’t feel them
been a gangster, n-gg-, since a lil’ one
them n-gg-s from the other side and i’m a real one, a real one

[verse 2: yowda]
f-ck a hug, b-tch, money come for me
i get cash and the p-ssy come for me (come here)
won’t f-ck with a b-tch if she won’t jump for me
me her and her b-tch, three’s company
h-llo? (h-llo?) this the money, right? (that right)
baby bad, she look like the gettin’ money type (woo)
that n-gg- broke, him and money had a fight
you ain’t a factor in the hood if your money light (sucker)
i hit the yard every single rec call (yeah)
scr-ppin’ with them opps in the mess hall (f-ck them)
it’s a reason i accept them collect calls (beep)
i’m a gangster, this game ain’t for the rest of y’all

[verse 3: slim 400]
n-gg- diss my side, i’ma slide somethin’
n-gg- sneak dissin’, goin’ to find him (ayy, come here, n-gg-)
them 4 ain’t with the talkin’, slim 4 been a real one (yeah)
brazy blood really off the 4, yowda, pour up another four, keep it active
f-ck the police, f-ck the judge, i’m bompton, blood, i’m brackin’
n-gg-s keep talkin’ that bullsh-t but i can still pull up in my hood
n-gg-s pay it off to stay good
hold on, what’s that about?
kermit the frog, really ain’t my business, i don’t f-ck with the law
gotta get this money and keep it trill as can be (trill as can be)
i’m still in the trap (yeah), so i’m stuck in these streets
real one (real one), still in these streets (still in these streets)
so who beefin’? send ’em to me

- yowda slim 400 lyrics

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