Lyrics:
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
Baby I don't really care if (I don't care bout you nigga baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'cause
freeze wrist be the same degrees
Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese
Only getting in for free, if you came wit me
Cause I'ma grown man, not B2K
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
Bad ass bitch
Wanna fuck on me (she wanna fuck)
Try to treat me like a hoe
She got a cut for me (she got a cut)
But I can not chop it up I need some
you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets
you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets
know
She be actin out of pocket, why you putting on a show
When I get it all in focus, I see what is real
Even when not in the open, I see what you
a track meet
Yeah, he a bitch. That nigga won't at me
Shoot by myself. I don't need a tag team
I'm a real baller. I ain't no athlete
I'm a real shooter.
the caramel with the whip cream baby
We can put ya tootsie rolls on the big screen
Baby I'm a fiend for a real thick queen
Like rosay said I'm eat it ARRGHH
Simmons Philadelphia Cass', you was
(not the shooter)
Aye y'all know when a dog get neutered
Another word for that is "castrate"
How ironic, cause Philly,
(I'm for real real)
Yeah
Prince Cat-Eyez
(I'm for real real)
Marshall Park Entertainment baby
Yo Jazz, you crazy for this track boo (I'm for real
daddy used to tell me a lot
Is you ready or not?
Boutta do the impossible
Remember I was charging 30 a pop
For an 8th of the snot
Never caught by
baddest thing I done seen in my eyes
You a real queen baby I can recognize
Real shit
Two times cuz she optimistic
She be all about her business never in
And now you got me movin' tact
Always held it down for real, but you ain't ever have me back
Only way I could move on, is if it's better than my last
Oh oh
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
Baby I don't really care if (I don't care bout you n**** baby)
If you gotta man (that n**** weak) 'cause
Crimson Holiday
Lyrics written by Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson and Chelsi “Om'nira” Clark
Vocals Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson
This is how we do it
Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (countin' racks up)
And like you other
would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is}
Now I'm
muthafuckin' sound.
Stand ya ground,
Let em know you the baddest bitch around,
Real shit,
You ain't ever been impressed by a muhfuckin' clown.
cll my real
lil boys better save up
They be wondering how we is so young
N we turnt
Told em get on your grind
Get your cake up
I ain't got time for the fake love
you're getting out now
I'm not building this group to have you tear it apart
Go ahead and rant and scream and shout
Don't worry, baby, I'll buy you out
See what if you was a playa, real playa not no flaw
Havin' the very best of life lots of steak and Perignon
Smokin' an ounce of weed and every sin'le
'em up for sure, the Ms
When they find out what's in store for them
They gon' know they dad is really him
Just wakin' up in the mornin', gotta thank
without her permission
Had to match the hats with their uniforms by definition
I put the baseball cap wtih the police uniform thats my edition (Fuck ms
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