| She say she wanna hang with a nigga, gang bang with a nigga
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| What a real nigga do?
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| She say she wanna roll with a nigga, smoke some dro with a nigga
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| What a real nigga do?
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| Yeah, you ridin with a real one
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| Love to turn up with a real one
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| She wanna fuck with a real one
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| Lil mama, I’m a real one
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| Green is all I’m gettin, and blue is the bandana
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| Bitches try to be us, they can’t read us like bad grammar
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| But we come in, we wave it like bat catchers
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| They be like Berry Sanders, shitty as Montana
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| Game changers, hustlers, gang bangers
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| Ran the streets, and look what they made us
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| Queen of the jungle, a bitch you can’t tame
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| Speakin on the lame, a bitch will stay nameless
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| And I’m a real one, na, bitch, really though
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| Laughing to the bank hoe, Debbie gettin silly doe
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| Dirty and clean, curvey and lean
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| And we livin what you talk, so what the fuck does that mean?
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| That you fuckin with a real one
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| A real one, and I’m shittin on these bitches too
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| I kill somethin, it’s me and Shitty, I pitty you silly bitches who thinkin you
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| run with us
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| She say she wanna hang with a nigga, gang bang with a nigga
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| What a real nigga do?
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| She say she wanna roll with a nigga, smoke some dro with a nigga
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| What a real nigga do?
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| Yeah, you ridin with a real one
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| Love to turn up with a real one
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| She wanna fuck with a real one
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| Lil mama, I’m a real one |