Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Talk, artist - 42 Dugg. Date of issue: 17.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Talk |
| Told 'em, «Good lookin' on that rat, nigga, he shouldn’t have made it» |
| And I’ma keep it real, sometime I don’t feel like it (At all) |
| But I got a son, nigga, and I still write 'em |
| Ask me why I’m talkin' shit like they investigatin' |
| I know I wanna smoke but we might be the next to make it |
| All these Percs on me nigga, got my phone ringin' |
| Bitches shakin' ass, niggas tuned in |
| Gon' pop a watcher head, nigga, that’s a dub pokin' |
| Five trays full of ones got the club focused |
| They love a nigga, from the bitches to the club owners |
| We got alcohol, we got drugs on us |
| Only trippin' off a *sniff* if a mutt on us |
| I can’t tell you shit but how the hood talk |
| We got a draw for every problem, bitch, that’s wood talk |
| I’m from the east, nigga, where ain’t nothin' grew |
| But I can still show your bitch how a hundred look |
| And I can still show your bitch who you been runnin' wit' |
| You niggas known for talkin', we known for runnin' shit |
| You niggas into textin, we into runnin' bitches |
| My youngin down in Texas know how to hunt a bitch |
| We got them drugs with us, talkin' a hundred strips |
| I know they watchin' me, keep a Glock with me |
| Fuck the law, bro, what? |
| All that ain’t stoppin' me |
| I keep a couple 'round that go up-top for me |
| Niggas gon' fuck around, become an opp to me |
| Bitch the whole east say they rock with me |
| Shout out to Ant Beast, it’s time to lock the streets |
| Dead before they signed or rich, you know I rock with Meech |
| This is for your honor, free my brother Skeet |
| This one for my mama, boy, I’m worth a hundred Gs |
| Shout out to the firm, I can move a hundred beans |
| Shout out to the firm, I can move a hundred bowls |
| Bitch, I’m on parole, still keep a hundred close |
| Two hundred on the dash, I be on the go |
| Put him on his ass, thought he had me on the ropes |
| Mind clear for us, them our only copes |
| Bitches stare at us like we they only hope |
| Beans in the Sprite, that’s the only dope |
| Beans get sent off, shit, that’s all I know |
| Ten milli Glocks, all I fuckin' tote |
| I’m waitin' on you, doggy, that’s the only thing I wrote |
| Finna sign out, hope they let man out |
| If you don’t think I’m totin', nigga, come and find out |
| Bitch |
| Lil Nigga |
| Ant did the track |