Lyrics
Whoo
Mmhhh mmmm
Aaaayyyeee
Aye aayyyeee
MMmmmmmm whoo
Mmmmm mmmm
Aaayyyyyyyyeeeee
Hey hey hey hey hey heeyyyyyyy
Real niggas fuck wit me
Fuck a fuck nigga who don't
Ain't no trick for no pussy
But i ain't sayin that i won't
Ain't a killa but don't push me
I ain't sayin that i won't
Spendin all night in them bushes
Times kinda hard in the slums
Ran up a whole lotta bands
Bought up a whole lotta drums
Ran up a whole lotta bands
We ain't jus trappin for fun
Ain't no trick for no pussy
But i ain't sayin that i won't
Ain't no killa but don't push me
Cause i ain't sayin that i won't
Pitted all night in them bushes
Down bad down bad
Dirty don't beef over pussy
I jus go run up them racks
Marathon in the trap
Cook the bricks back to back
Fuck ya bitch back to back
Foreign whip back to back
You know whats up wit me
Real nigga fuck wit me
Heeeeeeyyyyyyy
Dont got no love for me
But ya bitch she in love wit me
Laid at the doubletree
Then fuck up the club with me
Miss delicious chocolate kisses
Tryna eat all them groceries
Tryna put dick in ya ovaries
Shawty pussy smell like potpourri
By my side where you pose to be
Swear that pussy got control of me
Fuck nigga ain't no hoe in me
Hit cha block leave a hole in three
Drought time boy you know im taxin
Beef time boy you know i eat
Heeeyyyyy
Real niggas fuck wit me
Fuck a fuck nigga who don't
Ain't no trick for no pussy
But i ain't sayin that i won't
Ain't a killa but don't push me
I ain't sayin that i won't
Spendin all night in them bushes
Times kinda hard in the slums
Ran up a whole lotta bands
Bought up a whole lotta drums
Ran up a whole lotta bands
We ain't jus trappin for fun
Ain't no trick for no pussy
But i ain't sayin that i won't
Ain't no killa but don't push me
Cause i ain't sayin that i won't
Trunk pack like a storage unit
Man fuck these niggas they ain't even congruent
Money class shit i guess they truant
You had ya chance i guess you blew it
I was full speed on the interstate
Nigga re'in up on a dinner date
Hibachi nigga order extra steak
Bout that fake shit i get at cha face
Battle of bands in my stash spot
Choppa ready holdin 50 shots
Liquor boilin in the crock pot
Ya bitch here makin pussy pop
She eatin dick at the st.regis
Gettin nun but head
Thats word to beavis
Im a real nigga bitch im so conceited
I came from nothin so you know i need it
I got real niggas in my vicinity
Real niggas in my memory
Real moves with the chemistry
Real shooter don't cha mention me
Long way from no lights an water
Bout a fuck nigga i don't even bother
Found a plug nigga an got a plane chartered
Now its sea bass all on bal harbor
Real niggas fuck wit me
Fuck a fuck nigga who don't
Ain't no trick for no pussy
But i ain't sayin that i won't
Ain't a killa but don't push me
I ain't sayin that i won't
Spendin all night in them bushes
Times kinda hard in the slums
Ran up a whole lotta bands
Bought up a whole lotta drums
Ran up a whole lotta bands
We ain't jus trappin for fun
Ain't no trick for no pussy
But i ain't sayin that i won't
Ain't no killa but don't push me
Cause i ain't sayin that i won't
WRITERS
Derrick Bodison, Dondre Lewis
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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