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letra de the road (remix) - cokeboy chris

[chorus]
real n-ggas now on the road
5 b-tches can make the show
cash up now for the ho’s
champagne sipping on gold

[verse 1: birdman]
flashy lifestyle
n-gga we the business
candy paint blood red, six figures
tommy guns travel with my other b-tches
my other b-tches taking trips, n-gga making digits
hustle full time n-gga for the shine
big money poppin’ do it big time
n-gga poppin’ off so we spent a ben
drop a hundred on the set, blowin’ in the wind
allegating for the paper, territory mind
count a hundred stacks for the sunshine
maybach payed n-gga, drop the top
triple color on the blaze, n-gga open shop

[chorus]
real n-ggas now on the road
5 b-tches can make the show
cash up now for the ho’s
champagne sipping on gold

[verse 2: french montana]
i did it for my dawgs (woo)
did it for them n-ggas with a vision like a boss
did it for them n-ggas in the kitchen with the salt
now i’m in that white thing, 500 horses for my n-ggas in the coffin
got price on my head, i’m in a drop top ‘rari
staring at the ceiling when i wake up in the morning
my dawg doing life, try to see him ‘fore he hit the coffin’ (haan)
play with my paper, run up in your offices
it’s the ’012 ice cube n-gga with the raider hat
a maniac n-gga, where the paper at
highway to life, need a hundred mill exit (woo)
50 on the wrist, hundred on the necklace
(montana)

[chorus]
real n-ggas now on the road
5 b-tches can make the show
cash up now for the ho’s
champagne sipping on gold

[verse 3: fabolous]
i say one big room full of real n-ggas
bunch of bad b-tches, and some chill liquor
crib out in bel-air, no uncle phil n-ggas
so i take em’ in the bas-m-nt and yea i feel tigga
i don’t hear n-ggas corny raps, yeah i feel jigga
you little n-ggas do whatever make you feel bigger
every time i’m around yall, something’s a little fishy
i smell, i smell, i smell p-ssy!
what’s your name, where you from? almost done with interview
i’m into having intercourse, is that something that interests you?
yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up
real house party sh-t now hold up your dixie cup
with your other hand, do me a f-cking favor
put your middle finger up and say “f-ck the neighbors!”
and f-ck the haters they never invited
they can’t get on my level, my level is private
who fly more than me? my level is pilot
my pockets stay fat, i’m never on diet
don’t be stuntin’ out of town when you get on
i do you like kid and whoop your ass when you get home
[outro]
coke boy baby

- cokeboy chris

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