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real1 - real1 lyrics

Artist: real1

album: Rosemary’s Baby Pt. 1: Happy Birthday


All I do is real shit aye
Smoke a opp
Drop his top
Real hits aye
Like fuck this rap shit
Like I really only fuck with trap shit
Like real shit only
Real One deal one
That nigga I ain't gone kill him
I cant fuck with him
6500 For a bow
You ain't got money lil bra
I ain't tryna come near you
(Nigga the block is hot)
That hoe look bad but she gone move these bags
Whenever double tell her get them
Burning your block down no ashes
Fuck him smoke him
Real One no deal one
Uh
Smoke him Real One no deal one
It Ain't no try to hide cause we score
Every opp get face shot face time with his pistol
Switch on the back of the Glock
Finger fuckem on the trigger this bitch don't stop like uhh
Who run it?
Smoke JokesUp! but ain't shit funny
Brand new car go over 200
We get high as stars
Coupe on mars
I'm in a MayBach
Pouring up Woc
Lean over liquor
I leave that shit there for the broads
Nigga Yeen know bitch I'm The Real One No Deal One
No just in revoke?
Before I do it and after the show
Robbing people aint new to me Double 0
Used to be broke
I rememeber used to being broke
Didn't have no cash
Didn't have no gas
I remember stealing niggas dope
Used to put on mask and go out crash
And hop out with that pole
I can't go through that rain no more
Can't go through that pain no more
Can't rock with my gang no more
Yeah I ain't gone show nobody
"Just stick him foreal"
"Just gone Aim and score"
Pop one more perc nigga need one more pill
Know double get mad and tweak in this hoe
Young nigga been stepping
Walk down so many drills
Fuck around his feet done broke
Real shit ain't no deal shit
Try and play and you get gunned down
Ain't no cappin, I make it happen
He want exotic I ain't gone tax
I need the high for this shit Come catch it
And I got a lot of this shit who asking?
We shoot glocks "no off just baskets"
We get drops from thots and smash them
My cup got dirty mud like Aspen
Geeking never sleeping
The Real One
Real One Deal One
That nigga I ain't gone kill him
I cant fuck with him
6500 For a bow
You ain't got money lil bra
I ain't tryna come near you
(Nigga the block is hot)
That hoe look bad but she gone move these bags
Whenever double tell her get them
Burning your block down no ashes
Fuck him smoke him
Real One No Deal One
Uh
Smoke him Real One No Deal One
It Ain't no try to hide cause we score
Every opp get face shot face time with his pistol
Switch on the back of the Glock
Finger fuckem on the trigger this bitch don't stop like uhh
Who run it?
Smoke JokesUp! but ain't shit funny

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