Real lyrics

by

Birdman


[Intro]
Girl, you know what I’m saying
This beat is so, so Metro
Whatever I ask you to do, she gonna know it
Real ride or die
I’m stunning

[Hook: 1]
She f*ck with me, she don’t f*ck with you
She take them charges for me, if I tell her too
She f*ck, she f*ck, she f*ck, she f*ck with me
She f*ck, she f*ck, I know she f*ck with me

[Verse 1]
Real n*gga since day one
Real n*gga over here, baby
A real n*gga going straight South
A real n*gga don't drink beer, baby
Real n*gga gonna make money
Real n*gga never feel that
Real n*gga, I don't know you
I ain’t seen sh*t, and I don’t hear nothing
Pardon that and I meant that
Swerve on them in the Bentley
I see the girl coming, tell her, get back
But the 45 knock your sh*t back
Mid match on the perpetrator
Big gats it's a murder scene
I got another gun in my left hand
I bet a deaf man, he done heard of me
911 It's a emergency
You’re scared n*gga, I’m killing these n*ggas
Broke in the game like a burglary
Like surgery, I’m splitting these n*ggas, wig up
Get rich homies, all the broke n*ggas gonna fear us
She done fell in love with a real n*gga
[Hook: 2]
She f*ck with me, she don’t f*ck with you
She take them charges for me, if I tell her too
She f*ck, she f*ck, she f*ck, she f*ck with me (I know she do!)
She f*ck, she f*ck, she f*ck, I know she f*ck with me
Real n*ggas over here, baby
Real n*ggas over here
Real n*ggas over here, baby
Real n*ggas over here
Real n*ggas over here, baby
Real n*ggas over here
Real n*ggas over here, baby
Ain’t nothing but them n*ggas, over here, baby!

[Verse 2]
Rich Homie my clique, baby
So real n*ggas over here
A broke n*gga ain’t sh*t, baby
So I’m trying to get over here
A hundred thousand I spent
Baby, on wardrobe this year (I did)
Real n*ggas are related to me
Real n*ggas know how I feel
And real n*ggas know how I live
You can ask Nard or lightpoe made a million and ain't got a deal
That features and a lot of show
I’m at the table, trying to get a mil
I already got one, but I need more
Like Ceelo, I need green
But I'm still gon be an outcast
Got a bottom grill so I talk cash
Money sh*t, n*gga
Broke ass n*gga I walk past
Yeen sh*t n*gga
35 hoes make em call the cops
Even though that homie a rich n*gga
And I got them Ms
She talk too much she told her friends
[Hook: 2]
She f*ck with me, she don’t f*ck with you
She take them charges for me, if I tell her too
She f*ck, she f*ck, she f*ck, she f*ck with me (I know she do!)
She f*ck, she f*ck, she f*ck, I know she f*ck with me
Real n*ggas over here, baby
Real n*ggas over here
Real n*ggas over here, baby
Real n*ggas over here
Real n*ggas over here, baby
Real n*ggas over here
Real n*ggas over here, baby
Ain’t nothing but them n*ggas, over here, baby!
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