Real b*tch lyrics

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
I'm tired of these hoes, I need a real b*tch
To handle all the things that I don't wanna deal with
I said I need a real b*tch
She buys her own accessories and her heels sick
That's a real b*tch
She really wants me alive, but she kills di*k
Now that's a real b*tch
And I'm a real n*gga and we the realest
f*ck real estate, we in the realest state
Counting paper bills behind the bill of gates
Peak out my Left Eye, look at her Chilli face
Could this be TLC, or is it really hate
I need a real b*tch, where my b*tches at?

[Hook: Left Brain]
Where my b*tches at?
Where my b*tches at?
Where my b*tches at?
Where my b*tches at?

[Interlude: Left Brain]
Yeah, man, a real b*tch, she come home
Cook a nice little meal for a n*gga, you know I'm saying
A real b*tch don't mothaf*ckin' run her mouth and sh*t, you know what I mean
Real b*tches wash the dishes, you know what I mean
Real b*tches help out to pay the bills and sh*t, you know what I'm saying
Give a n*gga a massage when they come home from a long day at work
Some real b*tch sh*t, where my real b*tches at?
[Verse 2: Taco]
I need a real b*tch who can make french toast and suck di*k
She's 5'6" with firm tits
Went to UCLA until she met my di*k
You wanted to be a doctor? I bet you did
But if if was a fit then you wouldn't be my b*tch
Making steak and bacon, that's your job, you stupid trick
Your daddy's rich, indeed, now please hit your knees
My di*k won't suck itself, if it wasn't for my c*ck, you would have bad health
You crave my junk, kick-box lessons so you won't get pregnant
I pull that bast*rd out myself, on some real n*gga sh*t
I trap, you suck, and the world f*cking spins
Swag, swag, swag, swag

[Bridge: Left Brain]
Riding with my b*tch and you know she hella chill
Coachella, front row, baby girl pop a pill
Show me how you feel, b*tch keep it real, swag

[Outro: Hodgy Beats & Left Brain]
Um, a real b*tch, let me see, she gotta have her own swag
Which means she's setting trends for all the b*tches out there, I see you
Um, a real b*tch, she has to have her own mothaf*ckin' vehicle
And of course she paying for that motherf*cker cause she a real b*tch
You know what I'm saying, she handle her own business
A real b*tch don't play no games at all, don't say no names (Where my b*tches at?)
Don't say no pillowtalk up in this motherf*cker (Where my b*tches at?)
Wolf Gang needs real b*tches, swag (Where my b*tches at?)
And a real b*tch gotta know how to roll my weed up