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the realist - afn peso lyrics

[verse 1]
how the f*ck i ain’t when the real, i am? (real, i am)
and the sh*t that’s parked outside is black as will.i.am (black as will.i.am)
i’m some pressure, i’ma bless it ’til these b*tches pull that dough out, uh (pull that dough out, uh)
let’s get a section for these b*tches, know we goin’ big (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
every time i go out, uh, you know i show out (know i show out)
droppin’ checks, we gettin’ played without no rollout (yeah)
let a n*gga say my name in vain, i’m whippin’ pole out, n*gga (pole out, n*gga)
he ain’t make it, he a ghost now (yeah, yeah)
i don’t need to show out, you know what gang about (gang about)
hundreds in my pockets, smellin’ great, designer down (yeah)
runnin’ through the cash counter twice, let’s get the right amount (beep)
kicked her to the curb, i’m cool on hoes that run they mouth (yeah)
drippin’ in this fashion, i’m a clean n*gga (i’m a clean n*gga)
bad b*tches gettin’ money, add two c’s with it (add two c’s with it, yeah)
droppin’ drank, i feel amazin’ when it’s lean in it (lean in it)
what your mama think about you? what a street n*gga (what a street n*gga, uh)
yeah, patience what i need, i be too on the move (be too on the move)
ain’t talkin’ paper, i get to poppin’ it and actin’ rude (yeah, yeah)
i lost my doggy to the streets and threw up all my food
couldn’t believe that they done took one of my main dudes (rest in peace)

[chorus]
yeah, get a n*gga gone, get a n*gga whacked (get a n*gga whacked)
two n*ggas in the front, two choppers in the back (choppers in the back)
stand on business, we the realest, ain’t no fake on that (ain’t no fake on that)
made mistakes, but ain’t did nothin’ that i can’t come back (that i can’t come back)
yeah, get a n*gga gone, get a n*gga whacked (get a n*gga whacked)
two n*ggas in the front, two choppers in the back (choppers in the back)
stand on business, we the realest, ain’t no fake on that (fake on that)
made mistakes, but ain’t did nothin’ that i can’t come back from, yeah
[verse 2]
who the f*ck you think you is? b*tch, i think i’m that
ride this d*ck and put it in your mouth and shut your trap
me and guiz was sendin’ sh*t and i ain’t talkin’ packs (packs)
n*gga, sellin’ kitty, n*ggas sellin’ cat, yeah (yeah, yeah)
throw your hands up if they ain’t made no n*gga like you (throw your hands up)
throw your wrist up if these b*tches wanna fight you (throw your wrist up)
i been on my own, makin’ plays, catchin’ flights too
out in new york city gettin’ litty, eatin’ thai food (yeah)
player sh*t, n*gga (player sh*t), ain’t never switched, n*gga (never switched)
i won’t never snitch, n*gga, case dismissed, n*gga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
loose p*ssy, stitched lip, go get a grip, n*gga (get a grip, n*gga)
how the f*ck you talkin’ down? look at your ‘fit, n*gga (look at your ‘fit, n*gga)
light the gas up, p*ssy, i want all the smoke (yeah)
gettin’ cash, need it fast, knock all the hoes (yeah)
she was actin’ fake bougie, please (please)
rich n*gga askin’ for it, where the cheese?

- afn peso lyrics

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