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real n fake - blackedy lyrics

[intro]
before this song starts, i just wanna say this song is not monetized
i’m not makin’ no money off of this song, please don’t take this sh*t down
thank you
(i feel so funny these days, i’d rather sleep than stay awake
trees used to talk to me, now i know what’s real and what is fake)
(cook this sh*t up, rockoutt)

[chorus]
she start feelin’ my pants, i got so much bread in my pockets, she thought she was touchin’ my meat
n*ggas on d*ck, i’m just doin’ my thing, i just bought some new lv kicks for the feet
i’m workin’ monday through sunday, i gotta just touch them new blues, don’t know how to sleep
i slide to the crib so you know what to do
she looked me right in my face and she told me, “this only for you”
i like the pink and the green sh*t but i just like the sh*t better when it is all blue
shawty she eat the chicken like kentucky
i can’t even look lil shawty in the face, she goin’ too crazy when she start to suck me

[verse 1]
n*ggas be hatin’ ’cause i’m doin’ what they couldn’t
b*tch, i been there before
keep on talkin’ crazy, two ways to go
that shawty is a bop, i already know
but i don’t give a f*ck ’cause i am a ho, already
tell that shawty go slow and steady
not too much talkin’, just keep your mouth shut
eat on my sh*t like you eatin’ spaghetti
just stop all that talkin’ and go get your bag, bro
n*gga, like why is you mad bro?
she be talkin’ crazy in the messages, i bend her down and she callin’ me dad, bro
if it’s not about money, don’t hit me ’bout nothin’
just leave me alone and sh*t
baddie, she blow up my phone and sh*t
i run up in the stores with a bag, i blew it on louie and chrome and sh*t
[refrain: kero kero bonito & blackedy]
and we’ll try anything
just to be a kid once again

[verse 2]
some blues in my pocket, i used to have zeroes to my f*ckin’ name
it’s 3 am, shut up, give me brain
these n*ggas be talkin’, swear they b*tch a lame
i sh*t on these beats, i swear i put in pain
yeah, i be talkin’ my sh*t like i’m d*lo
n*ggas not finna take what i got, i promise you die, i can’t go out like deebo
i just wanna touch a m, got that on my wishlist
shawty tried kissin’ my lips, i just put her down and i told her, “kiss this”
n*ggas [?], seen me throw enough
they like, “how i missed this”
i’m like, “n*gga, you missed [?]”
[?]
she keep [?] tryna [?] (what the f*ck!)

- blackedy lyrics

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