Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Plexxx, artist - Lil B. Album song 6 Kiss, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BasedWorld
Song language: English
Real Plexxx |
| 6 Kiss |
| 6 Kiss mixtape |
| It’s your boy Lil Boss |
| Real Plexxx |
| I’ve been spitting hard since the days of fifteen |
| Life been good and the nights is history |
| Came from the turf so you know I’m active |
| Put me in the trap house with the zips and mattress |
| And I’ll double up, turn your zips to caches |
| Dope fiend party here, and the guests is ashes |
| Don’t worry if I’m strapped, just know I’m stashing |
| Like you hard, just know I’m packing |
| Think about it, I’m clean as napkins |
| When I first got caught, it was the greed I’m having |
| You thought if you lied, you would win like Madden |
| Then run like Darren McFadden, this is not just rapping |
| Real Plexxx is when you pass off asses |
| When you catch him in the bar and you take his glasses |
| Thought I was a nerd 'til I showed them acid |
| Not talking 'bout the drug, but I left them gasping |
| Real Plexxx is when you not a coward |
| When you live your own life, and your dreams is power |
| Even though you’re not fresh, I believe the shower |
| Any rap nigga want it, best believe I’ll devour |
| Yeah, let’s play the game of robbers |
| When your bro mask up and he hold them choppers |
| And you can’t bitch out cause he know your mama |
| And mama didn’t raise no bitch, we bring that drama |
| No goat, but I’ll bring that llama |
| Put a nigga in the dirt like Mexican bombers |
| Yeah, that’s puto loco |
| What you need, ese? |
| Bitch, I need that coco |
| Been up two days and I’m off that robo |
| I don’t wanna see the pigs, I don’t fuck with popo |
| Dude asked me if I fuck with popo |
| That’s like asking me if I’m a homo |
| Like two wrongs, that’s a no-no |
| Can’t stop, so I guess I’ll go-go |
| And no I don’t dance, but I get lap dances |
| I make her run court for the boss like Steve Francis |
| Yeah, yes, I’m the king |
| I got it tatted on my neck so your boss could see |
| Got it tatted on my throat so your bitch could see |
| Brangdang, just drip, so I been the sea |
| You’re just sick, but I been diseased |
| Do your girl got milk? |
| Cause I need the cheese |
| Plus stack away dope for the legal fees |
| Ho tried to sue me, that’s the day they plead |
| Tried to fuck me, that’s the day they bleed |
| But above that ignorant shit |
| I’m in the country club, with a bottle of juice |
| A bird in the glass, that’s a bottle of Goose |
| Cost 35 G’s just to get in the booth |
| Niggas praying to the God, cause they know I’m the truth |
| Mixing rap with reality, it’s fact with the fiction |
| Act with precision, the MAC what I’m spitting |
| Take you ten years just to stack what I’m getting, young boy |
| Yeah, young bitch, man, 6 Kiss mixtape |
| Take that mask off, you can’t rap what I’m living |
| Try to take that, send your back on a mission |
| Leave his head cracked with his face all missing |
| You don’t even care, but your girl really miss him |
| Pay cash down for a show, just to kiss him |
| Get a little head, cause the game too consistent |
| No assisting, riding tints, I’m weeded |
| With mic I beat it, cause the case I beat it |
| And her face, I beaded, put my back against the wall |
| Best believe I squeeze it, like the drink |
| You niggas playing with Visas, I’m in Monticello |
| Feeling pure, eating pizza |
| Don’t like rappers, don’t like suckers |
| Don’t like snitches, don’t like busters |
| Spit a couple rhymes, cause my mind like a toaster |
| Get a little hot with the bread, I’ll toast ya, nigga |