letra de ain't real - bandlife birdy
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headshots, walk up on that n-gga give him headshots
come on bruh come on bruh come on bruh
whatchu mean?!
you on some weak sh-t bro you already said that sh-t before bruh
come on, you gotta come harder
bruh i got something bruh, watch bruh
watch
i’m walking through tutuland in quesemode i’m tryna drop a n-gga
i know bruh, come on bruh, you said that before too bruh
come on, on some new sh-t bro for real!
ight bruh watch, watch, watch!
this sh-t don’t come quick i know i gotta take my time
i’m so abusive when i f-ck i’m tryna break the b-tch spine
when i’m alone i breakdown but i act like i’m just fine
i really am a cool n-gga i would hatе to get so slime
i zone out thinking about tu and trе they always on my mind
there’s females harder than you n-ggas and i put that on my moms
i put a n-gga in a suit you’d think the n-gga going to prom
sometimes i eat at ruth’s chris sometimes i eat at benihan’s
my lil bro he got a stick he shoot a n-gga 30 times
sorry girl i can’t lay up with you i don’t got time to waste
spray the k, catch a headshot, now we can’t find your face
up loyalty i gotta leave the v to give my mind a break
trouble made me humble so i had to throw my pride away
i was told if you can’t get it done you better find a way
100 n-ggas on my block, 100 n-ggas banging
100 n-ggas on my block, 100 n-ggas ganging
if its n-ggas on yo block this choppa get to singing
i’m in love with this choppa, make a n-gga famous
make the b-tch hit the door if she won’t f-ck theze
if every n-gga got a pole we all gone squeeze
n-gga i sell dope i don’t sell weed
only right i smoke a opp, i do not smoke weed
rip tu rip tre b-tch it’s 2’s and 3’s
i’m the type to dog a b-tch i got no feelings
i tried to tell my n-ggas chill but they won’t listen
they tryna hit an opp block and leave a n-gga missin’
you a simp i’m a pimp we a little different
when i was down on my ass where was n-ggas at
when i hit the sucka side where was n-ggas at
they took tu they took tre but we gone get ’em back
n-ggas tryna ride my wave, had to change my flows
on the road for 3 days couldn’t change my clothes
i ain’t wanna hit that b-tch told her bang my bros
and my n-ggas really steppin’ your gang some hoes
i lost my n-ggas to the streets my pain can’t heal
everybody say they love me but that sh-t ain’t real
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