Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Thing, artist - Tory Lanez. Album song MEMORIES DON'T DIE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Mad Love
Song language: English
Real Thing |
You knew I would kill the pussy when you met me |
And that’s why none of mine can regret me |
Oh, yeah oh, yeah |
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah |
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski |
She wanna fuck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky |
I would hit it out in public if she let me |
I’m tryna fuck her twin sister she gon' let me |
I can make the pussy squirt, you wanna bet me |
Say I hit that the shit so good she can’t forget me |
I can’t have no bird bitches disrespect me |
When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me |
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me |
All the white girls wanna give me Becky |
All the time a nigga fuck her in a fresh tee |
A nigga mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me |
I be balling, need a espy |
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie |
If you sayin', let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be |
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski |
Yeah, the real thing |
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing |
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid |
All my boss bitches know I got the bill |
Hey, hey |
Bad bitches and they want the real thing |
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing |
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid |
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey |
Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate) |
Brrt, brrtt |
Please, order up the jet key (Key) |
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me |
Have your location on when you address me |
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey |
Ooh, ooh, ooh |
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh |
And a lot of bad bitches with no IG |
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me |
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID |
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me |
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy |
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey |
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine |
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine |
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine |
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine |
Yeah, the real thing |
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing |
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid |
All my boss bitches know I got the bill |
Hey, hey |
Bad bitches and they want the real thing |
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing |
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid |
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey |
I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch |
My shit lit than a bitch and I’m rich |
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip |
And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit |
I ain’t even know she was your bitch, dawg |
She been throwing that shit at me, Micheal Vick, dawg |
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off |
No pun intended, I just her with the pick |
Step up in the mix, shit is lit |
I might even stop and pose for a pic |
Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah |
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you |
Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it |
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it |
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it |
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it |
Yeah, the real thing |
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing |
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid |
All my boss bitches know I got the bill |
Hey, hey |
Bad bitches and they want the real thing |
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing |
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid |
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey |