Forreal (feat. FinesseGod)
M.D.B
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M.D.B Uh Um Yea My bag bigger, her ass bigger I'm 'bout to put my kids in her, my babysitter I told her I'm the real nigga, a grave digger I told her I'm a real nigga, a wig splitter I told her ass that I'm a chill nigga, for real nigga I'ma try to make this mil' so I can make a meal nigga I put her legs up in the air so she can feel the air nigga They must not know that I've been sick, they know that I'm a ill nigga But for real nigga, chill nigga, for Harley getcha Don't let me put them dogs on you, I tell em sick you Don't let me put them dogs on you, they probably bitchin Don't make me get them boys for you, they leave you missing And Harley walk like she been standing on business Her ass love wearing extensions, she flip a nigga like gymnast Mix Sprite and Ciroc like a chemist I'm off the top like Convert, know Harley ass get a nigga nervous She wanna lay a nigga down on purpose, wanna leave his ass seeing circles I said my bag bigger, her ass bigger She want me put my kids in her, be my babysitter They know that I'm a real nigga, for real nigga, be for real nigga Chill nigga, a grave digger and a wig splitter Finesse God bitch, I ain't your average Get your ass stretched round this bitch, Mr. Fantastic F*ck with her cause she nasty, make her clap, do magic Then go and recruit some new bitches because I'm classless Tell her why I'm fucking on her bitch, she better keep it, shhh Sit back and give me head while I'm smoking, kushhh Love to hit that switch, make that bitch go, pfff Money counter go, pfff Make a pussy go, purrr You fucking with Finesse bitch Sit back and enjoy the ride before I move on to my next bitch Them diamonds ain't even real boy, them bitches shining a little bit Walk around with a full clip, dare you tried me a little bit Send my lil niggas out to them young niggas right there some bullpit That nigga want some Ben Gordon shit, that mean he on that bullshit Pack the bags, had to move to grannies cause mom couldn't pay her mortgage Been left that poor shit, been left that bullpen Been in the field, knock her shit out the park, that Eric George shit You can do this and that I promise I won't judge shit Just off the stige, promise you gone fall in love bitch But don't fall in love quick Cause it's Finesse God and I don't do that love shit
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Written by: T. General, Anthony Drain Jr.
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