| Green boots, real nigga, in the jail standing tall like she kill nigga
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| Are you scared, I know how you feel nigga
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| It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers
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| Had my hood hating now they came up
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| I don’t know if it’s the money or the fake stuff
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| Got me walking through the jungle with my flame thrower
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| Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up
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| Friends start to fall when you in a row
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| Model bitches turn to hoes 'cause a nigga throw
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| Got them people taking pictures let a nigga pose
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| Misaki pay for reading the script spin get shows
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| Poppin' bottles it sound like a mac-10
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| Better be soaked in it when I’m back in
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| I tried to court a milli on an aston
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| And I ain’t got an album man I got these niggers falling off
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| I’m gone
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| (Hook x2)
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| Shout out to the real niggers, salute
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| And shout out to the real bitches, say what
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| I’m poppin' bottles with my real niggers
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| It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers
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| (Verse: Ace Hood)
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| Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems that banana type
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| Seen a millie now it’s hard for me to sleep at night
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| I’m the type to flug a rollie like there’s no means
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| Barely all my niggers ball like I’m mister Clean
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| From the bottoms to the top I made it out the gutter
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| I’m 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter
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| Used to run the streets but not I’m running every summer
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| Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover
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| Feelings open and about that phantom on my cocky ass
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| Know they hatin' I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags
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| You’ll be with them pretty bitches favour stacy dash
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| Puff my rollie, cost me 80 that’s gon' make 'em mad
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| Free my niggers Large, free my nigga Cage
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| f**k the system yeah you know we on the same page
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| Niggers love it when you drowning in that water dawg
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| Hate to see a nigger shining like some marmaro
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| Loyalty over royalty that’s my camelot
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| We the best of lover on 'em with my f**king boss
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| He just tell me murder niggers would think of holocaust
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| Killer high, the junkie in it what you niggers thought
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| (Hook x2)
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| Shout out to the real niggers, salute
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| And shout out to the real bitches, say what
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| I’m poppin' bottles with my real niggers
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| It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers
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| (Verse: Plies)
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| It took a half of I’ll nigga half the bank nigga
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| If you want to whip pussy nigga blunt nigga
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| And I put that red dot right what you think nigga
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| Hood nigga still went to bilincs nigga
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| I’m on the ave nigga riding in a curly ass
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| You that talking nigga you know you a pussy
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| A real nigga real life, no rap shit
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| And I can promise you this ain’t what you want bitch
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| Dialed me and still ain’t a real nigga
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| 'Cause I’m in the tubies and the gutter with the real niggers
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| When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga
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| And we some kid to tell you that we the real nigga
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| And they ain’t telling none of my young nigga to cheat a nigga
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| We all shooters nigga and all us on the pills nigga
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| Ain’t got a yacht nigga the size of Shaquille nigga
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| And before you try anything you better writer your will nigga
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| (Hook x2)
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| Shout out to the real niggers, salute
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| And shout out to the real bitches, say what
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| I’m poppin' bottles with my real niggers
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| It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shout Out To The Real , by - DJ Khaled. Song from the album Kiss The Ring, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп