| They make believe these niggas too fake
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| Make believe these niggas too fake
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| Louie V’s on our shoelace
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| Drinkin' lean like a Kool-Aid
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| VVVs ain’t no foolies
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| They make believe these niggas too fake
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| I fuck with real niggas and bad bitches
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| Got the real niggas and bad bitches
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| Real niggas and bad bitches
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| Now where my real niggas and bad bitches?
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| Gold Rollie, VM1's
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| Chain bussin like Vietnam
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| See it with you, lil bling bling on
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| Like a canister of a cheech and chong
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| No shoe strings, I mean Louie Vuitton
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| No 2 chainz, I got 3 on
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| You niggas goin nuts over pecans
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| I’m a big dog, you’re a pee-on
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| Bad bitches and real niggas
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| Polo, no Hilfiger
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| ‘Cause playas only look what recipes check
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| Chad Butler I’m still pimpin
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| It ain’t dead, I’m still livin
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| Dead Prez is my true religion
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| I’m too hot, I need a cool assistant
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| Call the cops cuz my roof is missin'
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| Sippin lean like it Kool-Aid
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| White bread like too paid
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| Getting more head than toupee
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| Diamond clear like Bluray
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| Lil nigga you too fake
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| Your bitch say she want a real nigga
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| You try to hide or you can try to save her
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| Nevermind, I’mma still here
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| Outfit clean OCD
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| Fuck around, put a pimp on a CD
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| Who the fuck got a bank round this bitch
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| We done pour it up like Ri Ri
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| AP and wet with the VV
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| It’s the same thing on my necklace
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| I don’t be facin' my dealers just like she on front of the magazine
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| Thirty rounds in the magazine
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| Fresh out that jet, lil bitch we traveling
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| Smoking on gasoline
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| All I needs is sorta oh fairly
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| Yea, on Einstein I’m geek
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| Said fuck D in the street
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| I’m yelling lines in these streets short
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| Real niggas and bad bitches
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| Cash getting yo ass kissed
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| Count twenty thousand like ten minutes
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| Got a foreign whip with your bitch in it
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| Hustle Gang, my team winnin'
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| Sleep then and when I’m still sippin'
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| Wanna pop the clip and you get rippin'
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| I’mma fuck around this of the louitinents
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| And it’s all about the paper
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| You block just sweat like the Lakers
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| Uh, west side, they know me
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| Two times, we go deep
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| Louie’s got blood on my hoffy
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| Broke nigga, G.D.O.D
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| I shout like one of Birdman to you
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| Smoking D-O-P-E
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| LV’s, True Religion
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| All these racks can’t fit up in it
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| VVS got blood in it
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| My money longer than life sentence
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| Her pussy good like soul food
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| Your main bitch is my old news
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| She got the red bottoms, Jimmy Choo’s
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| I ain’t get that bitch a pair of house shoes
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| Red box, cocktail
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| All my niggas jumpin off the porch
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| All my niggas be going for broke
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| I’m mad talkin like Scott Storch
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| Styrofoam, double cup
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| Blowin up bout two 4's
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| The baddest bitch you ever seen
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| Like stolen rims, she’s on all fours
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| Fuck them fuck niggas, I know they hate us
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| ‘Cause all my niggas getting paper
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| Fifty bottles, we got em raised up
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| I might fuck them hoes, so why you got em caged up? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Niggas , by - Hustle Gang. Song from the album Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп