what is real ? (feat. Reven) [nightcore]
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The city's under CIEJE and starving and you're making business transactions Could you tell me what is real Ok baby Yeah I know how you feel I been MIA Linin all my kills up I been wearin all my kills around my neck like a (vet) Ion give a f*ck bout niggas yeah i never liked em They be actin like they rich they don't really write shit They don't really swipe shit, I cain't, hollup Baby you know I'm crazy bout chu Been that all my life bitch Hoe luv talkin that shit on my phone I split ha like a side kick Hold up been a physic See between yo eyes bitch Huh, seen yo ugh, seen yo thoughts seen yo life bitch I been there from the start, what is life bitch (Us) What its like bitch, huh, you couldn't tell me Huh, you been out the door, huh I been on (Been on) Huh, I been on elm street, been on L streaks Niggas swear they onnat shit I couldn't tell please, hollup They don't They don't luv u like I do Could you tell me what is real Tell me how u feel Tell me what the deal is Ion give af bout dat I know jus dem pills Tell tell me what is real Stuck inside mirages, I just don't know how to feel Heart up on my sleeve, I watch it shatter watch it spill I can't f*ck that bitch cause all she wanna do is pills I can't love that bitch cause all I wanna do is drill Word to NA, baby-girl you better off alone uh Why you playin games with me, don't do this on my phone uh Lyin to my face round of applause you a performer Front row seat, I'm at the show but I don't really know her Ain't care what it cost, product of my flaws Seen her runnin off, was you outta love Went and found another it ain't barely been a month Tell you bout yourself I know will never be enough Don't you know my love for you had burned like Arizona Bet you thought I'd spin on you, I don't like bending corners Talkin bout you miss me wonderin if I got a show now Sayin you wanna stay with me F*ck about a bitch I'm tryna get rich so where the profit at Itty-bitty-bitches wanna gossip, I can't f*ck with that Ye ain't talkin bread ain't breakin bread then I can't f*ck with that If she in the bed and give me head then I can (I can, I can, I can, I can) Made it outta hell, I'm with the gang, I feel like Johnny Gat Sprouted dragon wings, I crossed city I just cleared the map Broke the simulation tryna figure where my partner at Where my partner at, figure where my parter at Tell tell me what is real Stuck inside mirages, I just don't know how to feel Heart up on my sleeve, I watch it shatter watch it spill I can't f*ck that bitch cause all she wanna do is pills I can't love that bitch cause all I wanna do is drill Word to NA, baby-girl you better off alone uh Why you playin games with me, don't do this on my phone uh Lyin to my face round of applause you a performer Front row seat, I'm at the show but I don't really know her I don't really know her (I don't really know her) I don't really know her (I don't really know her) I don't really know I don't really know (Could you) So tell tell me what is real Stuck inside mirages, I just don't know how to feel Heart up on my sleeve, I watch it shatter watch it spill I can't f*ck that bitch cause all she wanna do is pills I can't love that bitch cause all I wanna do is drill Word to NA, baby-girl you better off alone uh Why you playin games with me, don't do this on my phone uh Lyin to my face round of applause you a performer Front row seat, I'm at the show but I don't really know her The city's under CIEJE and starving and you're making business transactions Leave me alone Don't hit my phone Don't hit my phone Coulda built a home Said we coulda built a home Don't you hit my phone Girl just leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone Don't you hit my phone Bitch Stupid Put down them pills baby Put down them pills baby Give a f*ck bout Put down them pills baby Put down them pills baby Give a f*ck bout Give a f*ck bout Give a f*ck bout Put down them pills baby Put down them pills baby Give a f*ck bout Give a f*ck bout Give a f*ck bout Put down them pills baby Put down them pills baby Give a f*ck bout Give a f*ck bout Give a f*ck bout Put down them pills baby Put down them pills baby Give a f*ck bout Give a f*ck bout Give a f*ck bout I don't really know I don't really know I don't really know I don't really know I don't really know I don't really know I don't really know I don't really know
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