Real One (feat. Eddie Jay & Lil Osama)

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Young Yappey

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Aye, this track something special
We finna snap
Talk to em
Poppin' pills in the back of a party, who's with it Talkin' out his neck, they found his body, who did it
Bite down on that pill, I'm on that molly, that, ooh kill 'em
I love lean, no juice and gin, I mix it up with hallucinogens
Uh, she ride my dick like a rollercoaster, so she call it amusement
She told me i'm doper than bakin' soda
Put my dick in her throat, now she need ricola
Ain't no black suv, i got a chauffeur
Pull a f*ck nigga card, like i'm playin' poker
Bitch, you gotta go home, I said it's over
I don't love you no more
Yeah, I don't love you no more
Dead presidents, pocket's a morgue
Smokin' on that olе bore
I'm a cash gettin', uh, ass-kickin'
Real one, yeah, yеah
Real one, yeah, yеah
Real one, yeah, i'm a cash gettin', ass-kickin' Real one, uh
I got real guns, uh
Talkin' outside, had to go in and pick one, grrah
I'm a real one, I'm a real, I'm a real, I'm a real one
Goin' numb off the pills, it won't hurt, i won't feel nun'
I'm a real one, I'm a real, I'm a real, I'm a real one
Yappey
Mike Myers, Cat in the Hat
I'm a real one can't fight that
I smoke crack I like that
Can't shoot you, you're too fat
Don't need clever bars I'm like that
You know damn well I'm the God of Joke Rap
On a track with Juice bet you didn't see that coming
Got my Glock out you better keep running
All ten of my fans gonna jump yo ass
Have yo little dumbass late for class
Got a strap on me don't make me mad
I just might have to blast yo ass
My toaster broke down yea that shit's sad
All you pussy ass haters better be glad
It was only my second favorite one
Other wise it'll be really bad
I can't reverse it
It was a gift and a curse
And now I'm drinking too much
So l'ma talk with a slur
Last time I saw you, it ended in a blur
Real one, yeah, yеah
Real one, yeah, yеah
Real one, yeah, i'm a cash gettin', ass-kickin' Real one, uh
I got real guns, uh
Talkin' outside, had to go in and pick one, grrah
I'm a real one, I'm a real, I'm a real, I'm a real one
Goin' numb off the pills, it won't hurt, i won't feel nun'
I'm a real one, I'm a real, I'm a real, I'm a real one
999 that's the gang
Young Yappey let it bang
Got that chopper at your brain
He aimed it at your dome
We pull up to your home
We knocking down the door
We gon let the chopper roar
Yappey left him on the floor
Aye
Siking out the killer
Turn this bitch into a thriller(Hee-Hee)
I'm popping my pain killers
Drinking liquor to the liver
She like a pop a thicker
She said that I'm a giver
And she making me a dinner
Bet on me cause I'm a winner and a
Real one, yeah, yеah
Real one, yeah, yеah
Real one, yeah, i'm a cash gettin', ass-kickin' Real one, uh
I got real guns, uh
Talkin' outside, had to go in and pick one, grrah
I'm a real one, I'm a real, I'm a real, I'm a real one
Goin' numb off the pills, it won't hurt, i won't feel nun'
I'm a real one, I'm a real, I'm a real, I'm a real one

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