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real nigga - fl lotto lyrics

(verse)
venomous sentiments, mind moves like a pendulum
i’m really stressed so i swallow some of these sedatives
need a distraction to make my mind less reactive
my passion about this rappin gon get my paper to stackin
til then, i’m lackin
snap cracklin f*ggots thats packin heat with they boost phones
talkin bout “they got them llamas”, like they cuzco
and i’m elected the emperor of the new school
with this new groove
on this brass beat
you could feel it in ya soul like some flat feet, ah
i’m mental on an instrumental ** autistic flow
i got my hand in the game… i’m bout to fist it yo
yup this sh*t official like
patricia givin fi*llitio, oops i meant f*ll*tio
got it goin on like the mom of a stacy
and 305’s where i’m stationed
ya b*tch on a first name basis

i tell her meet me at the crossroads
where they buried all my bone thugs
same placed i burnt up my old lungs
they tellin me my future’s golden
listening to my old head
that lean got me italicized, my dreams got me bolded
she givin no head?
she ain’t gon get to f*ck e
my jesus pieces got ya nieces cheesin like the chucky
she lucky
i’m fryin n*ggas like chicken from kentucky
i’m pryin open her dress, to see her br**sts while she sucky
i money dance while you dougie, you n*ggas soft, thats a gummy
and i be puttin beats away like all my verses is cubbies
i thank god everyday for my black cements
but n*ggas shootin over 3s like the new york knicks
all about the green, st. patrick
i’m by the bay and i’m throwed like kaepernick
walking round my city, enjoying the riches of poverty
n*ggas pinching pennies cause they livin life a hardaway
a n*gga sitting pretty pickin chicks up at the mall today
b*tches see me all they tryna do is ovulate
probably, world in my hand and i hold palms closed
i got more lines, than lohan’s nose
yo
suppose a lil n*gga like me, wanna go and go throwed
in his lil white tee
ain’t a n*gga like, ain’t a n*gga like, ain’t a n*gga like me
bands runnin out the pocket like its robert griffin
i said i bet i got her cumming if she come up missin
dont need permission, i just wipe out all the competition
i grab a smith and its a wrap, like a i was birthday giftin
i was birthed this gifted
need a minute? imma need a second
she c*ck it back to her throat like its a loaded weapon
i blow her brains out
turn ya main b*tches tonsils into a playground
and thats my radio hit because she played out
i need to play now
from 6th man to a super star like i’m james now
my d*ck harden a muhf*cka, i’ll go grab another rubber
she f*ckin wit a real n*gga

(hook)
she said she f*ckin wit a real n*gga
gold chain, go getter
rock his own sh*t, trendsetter
stack his paper up, breadwinner
just sumn to go and get her a real n*gga
(x2)

- fl lotto lyrics

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