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letra de realest nigga doin' it - hell rell

[verse 1]
i squeeze so many triggers i got the permanent smell of gun powder
up in the trump tower, she’s sucking me dry
wanna swallow my sunflower seeds, b-tch, breathe
come up again then get right back down on your knees
beef with some hot heads, n-gga, f-ck you
you can eat sh-t and drop dead, that was my gun talking
you ain’t hear what my glock said?
i might pull it out and put it to a cop’s head then tell that n-gga “freeze”
let’s ride out, f-ck gas, i got a tank full
let’s ball out, f-ck money, i got a bank full
man i can snipe you from behind
old timers pull me to the side and say “boy, i like you cause you grind” (thank you!)
my wrist dancing like a young michael in his prime (woo)
and the ring, oh that’s moonwalking, i’m hearing you dudes talking
just bought a lil’ [?} and a lil’ uzi
so trill but i never met webbie or lil boosie (i don’t know ’em)
make ’em vomit up, f-ck your block, i’ll bomb it up (boom)
way i’m feeling come through in a 08 armored truck (wassup?)
giving money out, you don’t what money ’bout (nope)
crib made from hundred dollar bills, that’s a money house (that’s my crib)
yeah, we’re the coke sellers (sellers), we’re the mink buyers (you see it)
what’s on your mind, b-tch n-gga? what you think ’bout us? (haha)
think i’ll stop wilding out because my album out? (yeah)
i still a curse your mother out, i got the foulest mouth, ruger!

[hook]
when it comes to coke i’m the realest n-gga moving it
realest n-gga doing it, oh, these n-ggas is losing it
gave ’em a little shine, these n-ggas abusing it
f-ck all this music sh-t, i’m back on my ruger sh-t

[verse 2]
this is a crime, charge me with real felonies
your career is a joke, n-gga, bill belamy
nothing funny about me, this ain’t the chappelle show
motherf-cker this the ruger h-ll show
and you’re the main one snitching but you’re talking ’bout you hate cops (you rat!)
behind doors you probably take c-ck (no h0m-)
supposed to be gangsta but hanging in these after hour g-y spots (eww)
probably got a bra under your tank top (f-ggot)
and you’re fronting like the big boss but wearing lip gloss
yeah i’m here to expose all these ho n-ggas, i know n-ggas (i know ’em)
i ain’t stingy, every n-gga with me shining
get with me, baby, you’ll be backseat bentley driving
road trips, two bricks up in the camry
curse my b-tch out, she always listen to her family (stupid, man)
i told her f-ck her cousin (f-ck her), then she thought i tried to f-ck her cousin (i did)
tried to hit me with a pot from out the oven, she bugging
yeah, n-gga, i’m thugging, i do or i doesn’t (woo)
you ain’t gotta call the plumber for this watch but it’s flooding
you want war, ahh, f-ck it, got a chick in denver
used to f-ck with one of them nuggets (uh huh), get a n-gga free tickets
in jail i don’t need visits (nope), got a cell full of commissary
i ain’t worried about a d-mn thing (thing)
and why the h-ll is everybody staring at my d-mn ring? (ok)
well, sh-t, don’t hurt your lids (lids), i know it’s worth a crib (woo)

[hook]

- hell rell

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