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Landspeed - FOR REALLY lyrics

Artist: Landspeed

album: FOR REALLY


Really, really, really
For really?
Really, really
Nah, for really
Really, really, really
For really?
Really, really
Nah, for really
Everyone knows, no-one says nothing
You worried 'bout hoes, you ain't doing nothing
You wanna be bros all of a sudden
Come and go, use me more
I just wanna see you grow
Pot of gold, coming close
Landspeed boys will never fold
Get low, get with the shit
The speed boys coming with another mix
Aye, get so low, drop it when it hit
And watch it roll like a candle stick
Aye, watch her throw the Nike on the stick
She glow so right cause she know she lit
Aye, bounce, bounce, watch her throw a fit
The speed boys at it with another mix
Get low, get with the shit
The speed boys coming with another mix
Aye, get so low, drop it when it hit
And watch it roll like a candle stick
Aye, watch her throw the Nike on the stick
She glow so right cause she know she lit
Aye, bounce, bounce, watch her throw a fit
The speed boys at it with another mix
Dip, glad she down for a ride
Shawty go, go, go cause she feel me slide
Like clutch, can see it in her eyes
She feeling me while I'm feeling thighs
Like shift, glad she started to side
Gotta buy my time cause she move so fly
Aye, rip tide, let's take it outside
Got the moonlight running from the dark blue sky
Now wait a second, why you flexing?
I ain't seeing, shit was dressing
Chick you checking, keep you guessing
On my dick, a lethal weapon
Really, really, really
For really?
Really, really
Nah, for really
Really, really, really
For really?
Really, really
Nah, for really
Really bitch, let's bounce, let's go
Them punk boys learn, but they'll never know
In the designer trench coat like Neo
Ya hoe drip-drop from the vil pronto
In the street looking slow-mo
Speed boys love to provoke
So why you stay looking still bro?
And we up like the flow flow
Gilly in the mist and I cut throat
Come through on the two stroke
With the shooter blowing gun smoke
Check the nine tail flame coat
Aye fuck, what's up
Run up your boy lil broke
So its ain't no love
Especially now, got Gekko's trunk in
And drop it low till the denim busting
Get low, get with the shit
The speed boys coming with another mix
Aye, get so low, drop it when it hit
And watch it roll like a candle stick
Aye, watch her throw the Nike on the stick
She glow so right cause she know she lit
Aye, bounce, bounce, watch her throw a fit
The speed boys at it with another mix
Get low, get with this shit
The speed boys coming with another mix
Aye, get so low, drop it when it hit
And watch it roll like a candle stick
Aye, watch her throw the Nike on the stick
She glow so right cause she know she lit
Aye, bounce, bounce, watch her throw a fit
The speed boys at it with another mix
Dip, glad she down for a ride
Shawty go, go, go cause she feel me slide
Like clutch, can see it in her eyes
She feeling me while I'm feeling thighs
Like shift, glad she started to side
Gotta buy my time cause she move so fly
Aye, rip tide, let's take it outside
Got the moonlight running from the dark blue sky
Now wait a second, why you flexing?
I ain't seeing, shit was dressing
Chick you checking, keep you guessing
On my dick, a lethal weapon
Now wait a second, why you flexing?
I ain't seeing, shit was dressing
Chick you checking, keep you guessing
On my dick, a lethal weapon

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