Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Talk Pt. 3, artist - Doe Boy. Album song In Freebandz We Trust, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Talk Pt. 3 |
| We doing this shit from Cleveland to LA, nigga |
| Whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it! |
| Thug Luv, nigga. |
| What time is it? |
| I don’t give a fuck where you lay at, nigga |
| It’s time to slay these bitch-made niggas! |
| They ain’t even knowing what type of niggas we is |
| Where my thugs at? |
| Fuck niggas talkin' that shit, but I swear on my flag, nigga it ain’t on nothin' |
| I was 16 with a M-16, pull up on a fuck nigga start drummin' |
| Broke lil' nigga we ain’t care about nothin', when you see me just start runnin' |
| Just a lil' nigga with a mask and a Glock, nigga that’s when them bands start |
| comin' |
| Tool on deck, so back up |
| Cop run my name and called backup |
| Cause he know a nigga be strapped up |
| I’d never put that Mac up |
| 100 round chopper, 30 rounds popper |
| You ain’t no shooter, you ain’t no robber |
| You ain’t no killer, you ain’t no shotta |
| What you shoot? |
| What was you robbin'? |
| Stop flexin', savage young nigga, I’m reckless |
| Fuck nigga come in my section, put you in a box no message. |
| Headless! |
| I don’t really give 2-fucks about you |
| Nosey ass nigga, I was raised by the killers |
| Youngin' 15 and he toting that 30 |
| Had to multiply his fuckin' niggas by two |
| Young nigga gangbangin', in the hood flag hangin', runnin' with a 40 on his hip |
| Nighttime lookin' for a lick. |
| You was probably lookin' for a bitch |
| Rattin' ass nigga, you a snitch. |
| See it in your eye you a bitch |
| Mouth talkin' off tough shit. |
| Heart sayin' you ain’t on shit |
| Tote that Glock, 3 gon' get shot. |
| Get D niggas or you gon' get got |
| Throwin' head shots, give a fuck about an opp |
| Execute a nigga, make his kids can watch |
| Fuck ass niggas get dropped. |
| Realest nigga rappin' since Pac |
| I was really thuggin' on the block. |
| I was really sendin' them shots |
| F-1, F-2, F-3, F-4, nigga even got a F-5 |
| On the Firm, that ain’t no lie. |
| Nigga try me gon' die |
| Hate me, I don’t know why? |
| You don’t like being alive? |
| Mob boss nigga, I’m tired |
| Had the whole set go wild |
| Still on that same thing, Rubber Band Money Gang |
| Nigga wanna roll wit' me, ?? |
| at yo' brain |
| Nigga you lost it, Nigga don’t like to be cautious |
| Your hood’s probably the softest. |
| Start with us, ain’t no pausin' |
| Hater on my dick, get off me. |
| Before a nigga hide in your closet |
| I ain’t gon' do no talkin'. |
| Answer this gun, it’s callin' |