Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mine Real, artist - Bodega Bamz. Date of issue: 29.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mine Real |
| Pop that pussy for a papi, lunch at Noble, bring hot saki |
| Don’t wheelie on Kawasakis, only Hayabusas |
| My bad bitches don’t smoke no hookah |
| Hookers be on point, Uncle Sam read my lips |
| Understand you know, you know, you like Bodega Bamz |
| Call me god, Uncle sham |
| Pissed 'em off now they can’t stand me |
| Nose, I got that candy |
| More I got that mandate, yo dare me |
| No reggie, only sour, shooters semi’s |
| Automatics I got plenty |
| Loaded Remington, chill on Lexington |
| I make these bitches cum, I got your wifey sprung |
| She don’t get no ones, that bird just get these crumbs |
| I live the life of a heffer, all these workers my sons |
| What your life 'bout homie |
| Mines, mines real |
| Dillinger to desperado, skin look like I’m born in Cairo |
| Pyromaniac, getting brainiac from this former model |
| Bottle to my lips, Henny sips until I piss it out |
| Kid with clout putting that George Jung in your women snout |
| Then I’m up outta there, homerun |
| My outer wear look like your favorite store front |
| I step out and they applaud him |
| Chick is seeing they adore him |
| Posters on they fucking wall, fuck 'em all |
| Then like New Years I drop 'em like the fucking ball |
| Real God like, preachers say I’m blasphemous |
| Clorox on the Ox cause I don’t mix beef with the rapping shit |
| Money come fast but my body off that Actavis |
| Director calling cut for all you niggas out here acting bitch |
| What your life 'bout homie |
| Mines, mines real |