Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Something Real, artist - Peezy. Date of issue: 25.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Something Real |
| Zaytoven |
| All I ever wanted to be was something real |
| Out in the mud we had to get it how we lived |
| I want mansions, I want cribs private islands on the pier |
| Pullin up Big body Benz gettin' head grip on the steer |
| I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear |
| I will die and I will kill, don’t believe the shit you hear |
| Me and ride stupid |
| While these lil dumb niggas doing the most |
| Wake up thinking bout Coupes and boats |
| While these lame’s hustlin' for shoes and clothes |
| Pool party with a group of hoes, ain’t love a nigga so I’m running with them |
| Detroit, yeah I run the city, could talk my shit, but I’m humble nigga |
| Money talks, stop mumbling nigga |
| Cost 5k for 1 pint of purp |
| 30 bags will get you a pound of cookie, you just hit my line while you tryna |
| work |
| Bad bitch work at Ace of Spades, Imma fuck her once, then it’s time to go |
| Say the early bird get the warm first, while you niggas sleep I’m wide awoke |
| All I ever wanted to be was something real |
| Out in the mud we had to get it how we lived |
| I want mansions, I want cribs private islands on the pier |
| Pullin up Big body Benz gettin' head grip on the steer |
| I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear |
| I will die and I will kill, don’t believe the shit you hear |
| They drag a nigga name through the mud, used to call me all type of shit |
| Couldn’t even find a ride to the club |
| No car no bike or shit, none of these hoes was showing up |
| I thought I wasn’t any type of shit |
| Three months after proing up, popped up with all type of shit |
| First Roli bought a Plane Jane |
| Second Roli, had to ice the bitch |
| First chain was a Jesus piece |
| Second chain was a trifle bitch |
| Third chain was the dog tags |
| Wearing all black so the lights can hit me |
| Just grabbed the dope on the way |
| All I ever wanted to be was something real |
| Out in the mud we had to get it how we lived |
| I want mansions, I want cribs private islands on the pier |
| Pullin up Big body Benz gettin' head grip on the steer |
| I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear |
| I will die and I will kill, don’t believe the shit you hear |
| How you getting money and you still |
| How your bitch but she still cheating |
| got it real cheap, 20 bands on a |
| hit me up, coming through |
| bairly making ends meet |
| life |
| Wanna make my family happy |
| bands nigga |
| Third |
| All I ever wanted to be was something real |
| get it how we lived |
| I want mantions, I want private islands |
| Big body Benz |
| I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear |
| I will die and I will kill, don’t believe the shit you hear |