letra de real bitch - lakeyah
real b-tches back in
i came here to win, you hoes came here to pretend
i’ma show you rap hoes how to get y’all sh-t off
yeah
first thing first (huh?)
i ain’t gotta f-ck a rap n-gga for a verse (not at all)
and i ain’t never let a n-gga treat me for a purse
so all you unemployed hoes, come and get this work (work)
you b-tches sleezy, this sh-t way to easy
city lil’ me, i’m puttin’ on like jeezy (i’m puttin’ on)
i ain’t asthmatic, but this spit game wheezy (hah-hah)
put these rap hoes on the plate just to feed me, i’m gettin’ greedy
i’m big key (yeah)
i’m not sweet, i check hoes (check ’em)
steady sh-ttin’ on these b-tches, where the pepto
your n-gga want a taste, i give him wet nose
takin’ b-tches’ n-ggas, ho you lucky if you make it home
i’ma real b-tch (real b-tch), don’t fold
f-ck a n-gga get paid, that’s code (that’s code)
i don’t choose, bad b-tches get chose
these hoes way too weak, i’m cold
i’ma real b-tch (real b-tch), don’t fold
f-ck a n-gga get paid, that’s code (that’s code)
i don’t choose, bad b-tches get chose
these hoes way too weak, i’m cold
i’ma real b-tch, with a real bag
ayy, word to miami, b-tch, i’m real bad
new n-gga, new money that’s a real grab
i ain’t stuntin’ no n-gga that i been had (gloss)
i’ma real b-tch, you a fake b-tch, red flag (red flag)
what you doin’? nothin’ sh-t, makin’ hoes mad (on god)
b-tch, i just signed with qc and got a big bag (big bag)
and finna show you why these ratchet b-tches real bad
watch me take yo’ n-gga, like i take his d-ck
he want dog ass b-tch, until i show him some tricks (come here)
i’m a big dog, b-tch, don’t compare me to simps (don’t compare me, ho)
my two kids was born rich, why you work at a temp’?
i’ma real b-tch (real b-tch), don’t fold
f-ck a n-gga get paid, that’s code (that’s code)
i don’t choose, bad b-tches get chose
these hoes way too weak, i’m cold
i’ma real b-tch (real b-tch), don’t fold
f-ck a n-gga get paid, that’s code (that’s code)
i don’t choose, bad b-tches get chose
these hoes way too weak, i’m cold
my neck and my wrist
he ain’t gotta cheque, he ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t
d-gg-n’ these n-ggas every time that i spit
say he want lakeyah, i done came up on a l!ck
ice out my neck, and my wrist
he ain’t gotta cheque, he ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t
d-gg-n’ these n-ggas every time that i spit
say he want lakeyah, i done came up on a l!ck
n-gga, run me that sh-t
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