real questions - young jaays lyrics
[hook]
it’s yjs, don’t talk to me unless you know it’s ‘bout getting rich
these n*ggas they thinking they know me, they think they my homie, they think that i switched
but b*tch i’m still that same n*gga from deuce block right with a stick (deuce)
you know you ain’t living like that, so n*gga, why is you talking like this?
like why you believing that n*gga war stories, like baby that boy is a b*tch
like when did this n*gga jump on the scene tryna act tough, that boy is a vic
like who is this n*gga, he stalking my stuff, i bet you i’m f*cking his b*tch
like how the f*ck is y’all still chilling with ‘lil mickey mouse, y’all know that he snitched
[chorus]
like these the real questions (what?)
n*gga f*ck around with me, you’ll be a real vegetable (phew)
got yo b*tch right at my crib, man we got real s*xual (yeah)
[verse]
yes your b*tch she gave me brain, yeah that girl real intellectual (wot?)
i just put on a british accent cause your girl so nasty
your birdie f*ck with me, you dirty and i’m way too classy
oi bruv, your rollie’s fake as f*ck and all your diamonds glassy (innit?)
i think your girl she f*ck with me cause my pockets kyle massey (woo!)
hahahaha to the bank, bet your poor ass can’t match me
and if we talking ‘bout these hoes, no way please don’t attach me (nah)
okay, i get it you’re broke and you’re mad, uh, just go get some money or f*ck some hoes don’t try to attack me (yeah)
you n*ggas need help, but you’d rather hate, just prove my point n*gga exactly
[chorus]
like these the real questions (what?)
n*gga f*ck around with me, you’ll be a real vegetable (phew)
got yo b*tch right at my crib, man we got real s*xual (yeah)
these ain’t no f*cking seven jeans, b*tch these some tear denims
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