Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Sisters, artist - Future. Date of issue: 16.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Sisters |
| Say you getting throwed |
| I’m tryna pour up with you |
| Oh, that’s your best friend? |
| I’m tryna fuck her with you |
| First met the bitch, they said they real sisters |
| I don’t give a fuck if they was real sisters |
| Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets |
| Serving packs of chickens in a Dodge Hemi |
| Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets |
| Fuck around with me, I fuck twin sisters |
| Whipping up a key, tryna dodge prison |
| Trapping in the street, in some Margiela’s |
| Players turn to fiends with that Godzilla |
| Sell that heroin in the trap, I’m a dog, nigga |
| Black Amigo Gang, got them bales on us |
| Way before the fame, I had a bale on me |
| 20,000 off a juug, ain’t got a scale on me |
| Real shooters, they’ll sit in jail for me |
| Kill the judge, nigga, before they tell on me |
| And fuck the plug, nigga, I’m tryna take something |
| Finesse’d 'em out that cash, say he raped something |
| I’m in Lil' Mexico, we 'bout to take something |
| Hublot on a nigga, so she down for me |
| Standing on the stage with them rounds on me |
| I sell a lot of chickens and I’m innocent |
| I’m riding with that white, dodging penitentiary |
| Middle fingers always to the popo |
| I done fell in love with the Lambo |
| I been taking Molly, rockin' Tommy |
| Tom Ford, nigga, walking like a zombie |
| Standing in the trenches screaming, «murder!» |
| You need to take that nigga off and try to serve 'em |
| She got Chanel dripping off her, I’m 'bout to murk her |
| And I can tell the way she talk, that bitch thirsty |