| Niggas better chill H check more Bills then Hillary
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| Stack buns for the war, tote heavy artillery
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| I never let a bitch or a bitch nigga get to me
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| My niggas blow big instruments like a symphony
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| Sliding in the (?) thang with whoppers like Burger King
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| Dressed up like a bum, rocked up on you hit you close-range
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| Bend a sucka bend, turn yo block into a murder scene
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| 50 cal got me heavy handed like Butterbean
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| It melt soon as it hit the pipe that’s butter cream
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| Sunday i’m bagging up grams with a triple beam
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| Monday the hoes trick-or-treat no Halloween
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| Tuesday i’m trapping out the house till my phone ring
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| No wedding ring too young for a wife man
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| But maybe we can get the kind of cake with the icing
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| Cause i’m riding dirty in the whip no license
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| Still on call on the late night tip
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| Click clack the dice, throw my guap on the pavement
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| Get charged a late fee slow motion on my pavement
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| Cook you like Cage and I only fuck with made men
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| They thought it was an accident, it really was a paid hit
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| Welcome to the Ice where I make a knock pay debt
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| Smack every bank in the town with a blank check
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| The money falling out the sky like a rain check
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| I smoke Grandad, no Train Wreck
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| No jamming with this Tech in the hands of Hi-Def
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| Bullets flying east and west dissecting chests
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| Sipping on the best Prometh on my breath
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| Nodding out kissing on what I got left
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| Ice City island nights niggas know what i’m repping
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| Freeze a sucka on sight with them deuce-deuce treces
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| You ain’t MOB pussy, don’t even front
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| I know you fake cause I fuck with real niggas where you from
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| The Ice got him spooked now you just a house nigga
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| See we bang hats nigga i’m just a young cap peeler
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| Fill up a hundred shoe boxes stack scrilla
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| Take the work all cross country and tax niggas
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| 3 phillies and a Sprite when I go in the hood store
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| (?) old souls, just me and my hood folk
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| Don’t know if I’ll see tomorrow ima knock on wood though
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| Gotta be around to teach my daughter things that she should know
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| The streets got me going Loco
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| I knock my partner down for 14 kicks like Alpo
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| Get rained on if you ain’t with issue
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| Aim too accurate i’m guaranteed to clip you
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| Real nigga shit can’t breathe around a fake bitch
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| Baker man accumulate dough like cake mix
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| Young N Restless getting guap till i’m retired
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| Catch me up early fresh off an all nighter |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Nigga Shit, artist - HD. Album song Extortion Muzic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп