Lyrics:
Man what you niggas want I got what you need
Big ice on .40 poking out my jeans
Put that burban up that's ain't the real long sleeve
If you looking for
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
heart it don't exist
Real bitch
Get it for myself don't need nigga for shit
This is for all my pretty bitches in the hood
Fuck niggas, Get money
kid like this shit is safari
Big titties, lil' waist, and her ass fat
Told her bend that ass over baby, make it clap
Clap clap clap clap, yeah I like
nose run and J
I make the ladies say, "Make money money"
I used to have a curl but I cut my shit real low (yeah)
'Cause every weekend I had a spin
is gone hate
Real G's is happy foe ya
It's Mack Dime on the grind
Fool it's my time to shine
Now would you niggas kick back
And let
You ain’t been where I been
Let’s just leave it at that
You ain’t built for this shit
I’m just stating the facts
You a bitch
You ain’t real
You
(uh)
That shit cap 'cause I'm the real McCoy (yeah)
White diamonds on me, bitch, I'm pale
I got a baddie, fine, out of Israel
I keep like twenty
'Cause my bitch is on the street, pussy sell real good
And all my ho know not to trip, bitch fuck pretty
I'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya fuckin'
what I'm lookin' at
Shit, what I'm lookin' at
That shit is so damn fat
I need some ass
I need to see some
I need to see some
I need to be one
I need
to me
'Cause this is all I got, prove that you got me
(Oh yeah) Oh yeah, yeah (broken in pieces)
'Cause this is all I got, prove that you got me
Aye
The energy you put out
Is the energy reciprocated back to you
Ya Know what I'm sayin
MANTRA!
All the real niggas got rise and falls
Ima real
Damn girl, you got a tattoo right there
I like that, ooh shit, sexy than a motherfucker
Can I kiss that
Is it on your chest (uh huh)
Is it
Nigga, we, we been through all of this before
Cocaine in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for a war
Comin' from the bottom, scratchin'
with no behind
One long day I never got in
I'm glad that shit never happend again
Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches
The invasion (Beyotch) is
fuck fuck
They just do the same thing I'm not sure they off what
What we do is flex flex
What you do is cry cry
ct you favorite drive-by eating salty dry
lane
I never give a damn when I aim the brain
Yeah, you know this shit been real
I ain’t cappin
Motherf*** knows we ain’t the same (grrh)
Bro, you
are intact ain't no need for a fable
Good versus evil is primitive
Real life's more complex, what's your context?
They put the symbols on the dollar
huh
Ice all on my right wrist
I just fucked that white bitch,
Huh, huh, huh
Real rockstar type shit
Got some high tech, not no tris
Codeine in my piss
crash out
Fat Joe the liq got my leaning finna pass out
She say you ain't speak to me in public gotta play my role
Sorry baby didn't mean to ghost you how
iemand wat jou wettig gaan verwyder
Dis duidelik, jou tyd is altyd tydelik
As ons cover moet jy by sit
Laat die dice tog you net uitsteek
Laat die dice tog
fuck yeah she real
Sour diseal just to heal
Know that I stay real
I ain't signing no deal
I do this shit by myseeeeellf
I do this shit by myseeeeellf
I
Tonight is love making, take you any place you wish
Today we're satisfied, yesterday we've stolen kisses
Blind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my
would be me
Had more game than the average bro'
And he was smooth when he was talkin' to the ladies though
Straight killa, I mean for real 'a
He kept
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