Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't Real, artist - Teejay3k. Date of issue: 04.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ain't Real |
| Got that bag on me |
| June onna beat, June onna beat |
| They gon' run to you |
| Dave-O, make me a slap |
| Bitch, I smell like a bag when I’m comin' through |
| Watch these niggas, all they do is play up under you |
| They need a favor, off rip, they gon' run to you |
| But lose your bag, you gon' see who really fuck with you |
| Niggas ain’t real, what the fuck this world comin' to? |
| It’s all lies, all lies, they don’t want the truth |
| I got the sauce, pussy nigga, I don’t want the juice |
| Drop the top on the bitch, I don’t want the roof |
| Nigga say he a movement, well I’m a forest, nigga |
| I been out here, you just jumpin' off the porch, nigga |
| It’s either rappin' or trappin', ain’t have a choice, nigga |
| Say he rob me, that ain’t a reliable source, nigga |
| But I don’t fuck with niggas anyway |
| I got five different hustles, I can get money plenty ways |
| Anyways, let me take it back |
| I remember late nights on the blocks for so many days |
| Mama told me come in but I was sellin' slabs |
| Put the Pyrex down, now I’m in the lab |
| Don’t try to come in this water, it’s too many crabs |
| I don’t fuck with no accident, I don’t fuck with dabs |
| Mary jane the only thing I’m blowin' in the wind |
| Drop the top so the people knowin' what I’m in |
| Ain’t no stoppin' me now, bitch, I’m goin' in |
| Fuck who counted me out, I’m still gonna win |
| Bitch, I smell like a bag when I’m comin' through |
| Watch these niggas, all they do is play up under you |
| They need a favor, off rip, they gon' run to you |
| But lose your bag, you gon' see who really fuck with you |
| Niggas ain’t real, what the fuck this world comin' to? |
| It’s all lies, all lies, they don’t want the truth |
| I got the sauce, pussy nigga, I don’t want the juice |
| Drop the top on the bitch, I don’t want the roof |
| Look, they got a problem, they gon' come to you |
| But when you need 'em, they ain’t comin' through, look |
| My pockets hurtin' and my stomach too |
| Get it by myself, don’t need no help, I got a point to prove, ayy |
| I remember sellin' my clothes, I’d never sell my soul |
| Cuz and them sellin' them bows, mama, some of 'em sellin' them hoes |
| Most of 'em sellin' them rocks, there in every city a Glock |
| Play with me, how you get popped, you was hard, now you gettin' shot |
| Bitch', I’m lookin' like a key when I walk through |
| Smellin' like a whole pound of weed wehn I walk through |
| You ain’t talkin' money then I ain’t the one to talk to |
| You thought you was leavin' a youngin until I hawked you, nigga |
| Bitch, I smell like a bag when I’m comin' through |
| Watch these niggas, all they do is play up under you |
| They need a favor, off rip, they gon' run to you |
| But lose your bag, you gon' see who really fuck with you |
| Niggas ain’t real, what the fuck this world comin' to? |
| It’s all lies, all lies, they don’t want the truth |
| I got the sauce, pussy nigga, I don’t want the juice |
| Drop the top on the bitch, I don’t want the roof |
| Ayy, it’s Philthy, nigga, uh-huh, look |
| A hundred thou' large in these Mike Amiris (Chump change) |
| The bitch intimidated so she won’t come near me (Bitch) |
| Push-start the foreigns, I don’t need a key (Foreign) |
| Too much money, runnin' out of space for me to keep (It's Philthy) |
| Faygo got a six of Hi-Tech up in it (Syrup) |
| Tins on the Wraith, you can’t see who in it (Uh-uh, nigga) |
| Lookin' out for undercovers in they plain clothes (Five 0) |
| Million dollar phone calls, me and Dave-O (It's Philthy) |
| Gucci on my bitch, purse and heels (Designer) |
| Lil' nigga, you just finally touched your first mil' (Broke nigga) |
| Runnin' up this bag since like '06 (Ayy, run it up) |
| Still couldn’t catch up if I went broke, bitch (Uh-uh, nigga) |
| I put my niggas on like I’m 'posed to do (Solid) |
| Watch out for the snake niggas close to you (Suckers) |
| Thirty diamond chains, all VVS’s (Bustdown) |
| That lil' choker chain a female necklace, it’s Philthy |
| Bitch, I smell like a bag when I’m comin' through |
| Watch these niggas, all they do is play up under you |
| They need a favor, off rip, they gon' run to you |
| But lose your bag, you gon' see who really fuck with you |
| Niggas ain’t real, what the fuck this world comin' to? |
| It’s all lies, all lies, they don’t want the truth |
| I got the sauce, pussy nigga, I don’t want the juice |
| Drop the top on the bitch, I don’t want the roof |