Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mo Reala , by - Zaytoven. Release date: 24.05.2018
Song language: English
Mo Reala |
| Super |
| You can feel the pain on a young nigga you hear me? |
| Future Hendix |
| Young rich nigga |
| Fucking bad bitches |
| That’s all I know (that's all I know) |
| It’s sad to say that |
| Hendrix |
| This couldn’t be love, man |
| This couldn’t be love |
| Check out the way I be glistening yah |
| Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah |
| Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah |
| Fill up a safe, I’m more realer than y’all |
| Fuck my new case, I’m more realer than y’all |
| Ace by the case, I’m more realer than y’all |
| Sleep with the K, I’m more realer than y’all |
| A regular day, I’m more chiller than y’all |
| Diamonds on freeze, ain’t gon never thaw out |
| Niggas talk shit, ain’t gon never be found |
| Counting it up and I’m losing the count |
| Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I’ma down |
| Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds |
| Sackin it up, ain’t no fucking around |
| We get that guap, ain’t no fucking around |
| Ice overload, this ain’t regular ice |
| Hop on a private, ain’t regular flights |
| Smash on your hoe, this is everyday life |
| I filled the safe up from cooking the white |
| Fall out the pyrex, the cake and the bowl |
| Used to the fame, ya’ll ain’t taking my soul |
| Came in the game, I was hot as a stove |
| Pour out some lean, I’m trynna let it go |
| Rocking Celine from her head to her toe |
| Fur on her back, in the summer she cold |
| VVs gon' light up and glisten, they glow |
| Blinding your eyesight, you never gon' see |
| Came out the 6, damn, my diamonds on fleek |
| I made a mill in the middle of the week |
| I sell a chicken in the middle of the street |
| When I drop a tape the murder rate increase |
| Fuck all that poppin, ' I stay with some bands |
| Shawty so yellow, she stay with a tan |
| Diamonds on me, got some rocks on my hand |
| Fuck the police, gotta stay with the can |
| I drop the top off a regular Wraith |
| Shawty on Perc, this a drug addict date |
| I got the torch, I can’t give it away |
| Ain’t no remorse, you get hit in the face |
| Check out the way I be glistening yah |
| Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah |
| Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah |
| Fill up a safe, I’m more realer than y’all |
| Fuck my new case, I’m more realer than y’all |
| Ace by the case, I’m more realer than y’all |
| Sleep with the K, I’m more realer than y’all |
| A regular day, I’m more chiller than y’all |
| Diamonds on freeze, ain’t gon never thaw out |
| Niggas talk shit, ain’t gon never be found |
| Counting it up and I’m losing the count |
| Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I’ma down |
| Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds |
| Sackin it up, ain’t no fucking around |
| We get that guap, ain’t no fucking around |
| Four-door Bugatti, you mention a G |
| Brand new Millennium, might hit the streets |
| I stacked it up, get to having a feast |
| I racked it up like Serena with me |
| Like it’s Venus with me |
| Got the Nina with me |
| We screaming 'Freebandz, ' this money ain’t free |
| I cook it up, I’ma cook up a key |
| When I cook up a key, I’ma charge you a fee |
| I did it first, it ain’t none but a trend |
| Swerve on a curb, it ain’t none but a Benz |
| I was on 2 two then I took it to 10 |
| Keep in one thou, rep the gang in the pen' |
| Shoot at the police, ain’t coming back home |
| Down for my crew if they right or they’re wrong |
| Get to that money, that’s all I condone |
| Shoot at your top, you ain’t fucking with homes |
| We hit the block, had a bag full of stones |
| Jugged off a bale before I made a song |
| They ain’t gon' tell you how I got it on |
| I’m not a failure, I’m deep in my zone |
| Paraphernalia, I serve you a chrome |
| Super exclusive when I put it on |
| We getting zooted where I’m coming from |
| Toasting that lean like it’s Dom Perignon |
| Check out the way I be glistening yah |
| Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah |
| Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah |
| Fill up a safe, I’m more realer than yah |
| Fuck my new case, I’m more realer than yah |
| Ace by the case, I’m more realer than yah |
| Sleep with the K, I’m more realer than yah |
| A regular day, I’m more chiller than yah |
| Diamonds on freeze, ain’t gon never throw out |
| Niggas talk shit, ain’t gon never be found |
| Counting it up and I’m losing the count |
| Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I’ma down |
| Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds |
| Sackin it up, ain’t no fucking around |
| We get that guap, ain’t no fucking around |
| (Yeah) Young rich nigga |
| Fucking bad bitches |
| That’s all I know (that's all I know) |
| It’s sad to say that |