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Bone Crew - Real Ones Only lyrics

Artist: Bone Crew

album: Bone Crew


Real ones only, yeah
Real ones only, yeah
Real ones only, yeah
Real ones only, yeah
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes
Real ones only in my set, keep the fake from me
Mad 'cause we stackin' cake like a bakery
Fuck a lame, they main bitches a take the D
Built it wit my day ones, motherfucker, no breakin' me
Lies, fuck out my face, I ain't fuckin' with the fake
So fuck what you say, motherfucker
Yeah, show me the cash, show me something that will last
I don't fuck with the sass, cut the fake shit
Real ones only, yeah
Real ones only, yeah
Real ones only, yeah
Real ones only, yeah
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes
Ballin', ain't no checkin' me
Run this game like referee
Only bad bitch textin' me
We teachin', ain't no testin' me
Real ones in my set, all we do is chase a check
Wit my woes, we give no fucks, all these haters do is flex
OG Kush, I'm high like jets, wanna race then place a bet
Fuck a lame and fuck a phony, real motherfuckers only
Give another chance and they stab you in the back
If they fuck you over once, then it's comin' right back
Never trust a ho, never fuckin' with a snitch
If they gonna run they mouth, we be fuckin' their bitch
Like whoa, so get the fuck up out my face
I ain't got time to deal with a fake ass bitch
Real ones only, yeah
Real ones only, yeah
Real ones only, yeah
Real ones only, yeah
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes
Middle fingers up, fuck the fakes

Yeah, real ones in my clique
We ain't got no time for bitch
We be at the fuckin' money
Like we hustle, flippin' bricks
If you caught talkin' shit
They might find you in the sticks
Bone Crew cut like their bodies
Just don't run up on a bitch, yeah
OOOOOOOOH!!!
No one compares to my clique
You know we ain't worried about shit
Where the top at? I'mma chase it
Break it all down, light it up and then blaze it
Wit a bad bitch, come through then take it
Whips is big, body no basic
Make another dollar, if you stack it too, then holler
Never fuckin' with the lames, always livin' in our lane
So if you are about that, you can join the rat pack
Come and join the Bone Crew, tell the fakes we own you, bitch

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