Troy Ave - Real One/June 5th - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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Part 1: Real One [Hook] I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga [Verse 1] Chargin' my phone, leave them chargers alone I'm ridin' foreigns and Trucks, my rims are matte or they chrome Smoke a blunt to the dome, I got some shit on my head I turn some niggas to bone, fuck them all, they all dead I get mad, I see red, livin' life, gettin' bread Gettin' pussy, 'Fuck the opinions of pussies', I said Real niggas on top, free Rum from the box Free money or blocks, key white like the Sox [Hook] I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga [Verse 2] Studio thug, you can't do what I does I am really a Plug, you just cool in 'em clubs Before this rap, I had buzz, feds watchin' this shit They jammed a D on the road, he ain't cooperate shit I hold him down wit' that cash for bein' real like I knew Loyalty ain't no favor, nigga, it's just what we do BSB is the crew, we get wild like a zoo But all the time we like chillin', fuckin' wit' hoes by the two Man, it's nothin', all these bitches is fuckin' All these niggas is frontin', I see 'em, they owin' nothin' I smack, shoot or snuff 'em, they don't respect my name Violence my go-to move, I make 'em respect the pain, motherfuckers [Hook] I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga Part 2: June 5th [Hook] Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up Fuck could niggas tell me I ain't working I see them niggas every time they hurtin' Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out You can't have your hand and your chest out What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what? You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts [Verse 1] I got mad missions to accomplish Runnin' through a bitch-nigga gauntlet I can never stop, give me what you got I ain't tryin' to hit like a bitch is on Some niggas throw shots, but it don't matter Cause when I throw shots bones shatter Break 'em down, break 'em down, break 'em I'm the real deal, niggas fakin' Moment of silence, I'm 'bout to kill niggas You're bitin' my style, I'm 'bout to bill niggas Swagger jackin' at an all-time high And I ain't really mad, I am that guy A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna Little nigga, I'm the big whale and the shooter Violate I sent you to hell, oh, well, your L Eleven thou' in my pocket that I could throw in a fire And I won't feel it cause, real shit, all my stacks gettin' higher On the top pointin' higher, on a roll like a Kaiser Most these niggas' vagina, I'm lookin' 'round but don't find ya Like, damn with these niggas that be so tough My phone in my hand, nobody still ain't called my bluff I got it off grams, these other rappers not so much Not so much, the chuck is up, real nigga shit [Hook] Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up Fuck could niggas tell me I ain't working I see them niggas every time they hurtin' Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out You can't have your hand and your chest out What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what? You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts
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