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letra de real nigga's only - hustle gang

[hook]
now where my bad b-tches to help?
baby don’t be scared, shake that -ss for the camera
showing he ain’t planned
n-ggas do it for the real n-ggas only
can you do it for the real n-ggas only
cause you’re a bad mama jama
baby don’t be scared, shake that -ss for the camera
showing he ain’t planned
b-tch you do it for the real n-ggas only
you gotta do it for the real n-ggas only

[verse 1: doe b]
real n-ggas in the building
you know how it goes
money falling from the ceiling
b-tches on the pole
eenie meenie miney moe
how [?] gonna take her home
cause if you a real n-gga then you can f-ck with your wom
thirty plus on the dough
sinning like a ball player
diamonds around my arm
and you know they’re all real
making storm, call here
bad b-tches love me
n-gga, she say f-ck you
but she wanna f-ck me
and this sh-t must-see
you know i made a movie
she ain’t wanna turn up
the molly made her do it
and v.i.p. cut up
under the influence
on [?] that you girl n-gga’s around the world

[hook]

[verse 2: t.i. ]

looking see you drop that down then lift it up
p-ss lip telling me peek-a-boo
you do it right, might get fifty plus
ya i paint just like one of my feature do
you got a n-gga thinking about keeping you
but i do that -ss, i’m leaving you
sh-t, thoughts can’t be unreasonable
i train [?] like clothing seasonable
only need to pull two to three girls. some convo, and some refer
she don’t suck d-ck, you keep her
she eating p-ssy, we need her
who drinking? not me sir
if you can’t see, i got it
g3 her, that’s fly sh-t
she leave you, she on my d-ck
hold up, stop that drop that pad and drop ten grams around where you standing
and my that -ss so soft, sh-t throw me out
i can’t understand it
i’m a real n-gga, fall in line
i know how to handle you
can you do it for me like you do it for the camera boo?

[hook]

[verse 3: b.o.b.]

yeah, she a major bet
pop that p-ssy like i take a set
your momma made it in nine months
but i’m going to k!ll it in a day or less
i ain’t got no time to waste
i break it down, i don’t break a sweat, your lady next
i hit the road for about eighty days
hmm, what’s that eighty checks?
they ain’t got no flavour
no genre, that’s my label
rather have a bad b-tch with no makeup
than a bad b-tch with no paper
i wrap it up
if she ratchet, i strap it up
like a loaded dock
b-tch back it up
b-tch so good, she dap me up
that bull that’s so stupid
but their face ain’t the cutest
i don’t call her no stripper
she a professional nudist
i can tell if it’s real
i can tell if it’s fake
but you don’t know how to shake that -ss?
that’s you biggest mistake
bam!

[hook]

- hustle gang

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