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letra de realer - capo (gbe)

[intro]
fff beep (ayy)
huh, phew, skrt
glo gang
know how i’m rockin’ like cutoff stockings man
keep kush in my pocket man (gang)
all designer get your grind up n-gga

[chorus]
pull up on ya, let my feet hang out the window (fff beep)
balenciagas, that’s where i paid 64 (fff beep, skrt)
pull up on ya, here come my shooters, better get low (bang bang)
in california, we grip them pistols, bop like cristos (bang bang)
i see them balmains, i’m like “oh boy i gotta get those” (fff beep)
if you don’t like me just watch me now and how i switch flows (huh, nah)
i put them k!llers on yo k!llers on yo k!ller (bang bang)
i’m a real n-gga, homie you tell me who realer (nah)

[verse]
i’m flexin’ on you n-ggas with the paper (fff beep)
i’m high off earth, feelin’ myself and b-tch i see you later (b-tch, nah nah)
pull up in a alligator and dog i don’t f-ck with you so don’t ask me for no favors (nah n-gga)
ayy, f-ck that n-gga tryna play us (play us n-gga, bang)
pull them pistols out and spray him (huh, bang bang)
been a spinner, run up inner (run up inner)
lil thot, she s-xy, she a finally ‘tendor (lil thot b-tch)
i been f-cked her sister and the girls who with her (thots who with her)
break her like a kick and have my shareroom split her (share lil thot)
and n-gga you can’t win with us, you might as well surrender (glo gang)
i been that n-gga since a youngin (since a youngin)
but now i’m older i’m gettin’ checks and i’m thumbin (fff beep)
a year ago didn’t give a f-ck about nothing (nah nah)
you just got that, i been had that (i been had it n-gga)
you just f-cked that b-tch, man i’m way passed that (i’m way b-tch)
i got my gun, ain’t gotta grab that (bang bang)
’cause i’m from chiraq where you get laughed at (chicaglo n-gga)
you get shot or you get stabbed at (what)
and friends turn to folks, that been i had that
[chorus]
pull up on ya, let my feet hang out the window (fff beep)
balenciagas, that’s where i paid 64 (fff beep, skrt)
pull up on ya, here come my shooters, better get low (bang bang)
in california, we grip them pistols, bop like cristos (bang bang)
i see them balmains, i’m like “oh boy i gotta get those” (fff beep)
if you don’t like me just watch me now and how i switch flows (huh, nah)
i put them k!llers on yo k!llers on yo k!ller (bang bang)
i’m a real n-gga, homie you tell me who realer (nah)

- capo gbe

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