letra de real life - lil yachty
[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
[chorus]
coming home to a nice b-tch and a four car garage house
seven fifty on my new b-tch for an all white margelia blouse
it’s hard to ever have s-x, she so good with the mouth (shee)
yeah, kickin’ em’ out
all these new rappers, i’m gettin’ them out (go, go)
shippin’ em out, left for my brother, he shippin’ em’ out (he know, know)
christian dior from 93’, we ain’t the same (no, no)
n-ggas will never be rich as the boat, got the clout in they veins
[verse 1]
tip toein’ all on a b-tch, condo look like the ritz
i caught a bad b-tch fix, leave it all over her tits
yeah, pop my sh-t, yeah, run with my cl!ck, yeah
tote my stick, yeah, ride round’ me and my b-tch, yeah
n-ggas see red, see red (frrd)
think something wrong with my head
never correlate with the feds
slide in that p-ssy like a sled
slide in that p-ssy like a slatt
two number ones like a mac
brother go back, to back
earrings sittin’ on shaq
baby girl bring your friends, she wanna see what the kid on
n-ggas ain’t give me cred, n-ggas know i put that sh-t on
[bridge]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
[chorus]
coming home to a nice b-tch and a four car garage house
seven fifty on my new b-tch for an all white margelia blouse
it’s hard to ever have s-x, she so good with the mouth (yeah)
yeah, kickin’ em’ out
all these new rappers, i’m gettin’ them out (go, go)
shippin’ em out, left for my brother, he shippin’ em’ out (he know, know)
christian dior from 93’, we ain’t the same (no, no)
n-ggas will never be rich as the boat, got the clout in they veins
[verse 2]
mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
float like a b-tterfly, sting like a bee
suck on my d-ck for a chanel spree, chanel fee
pharmacy boat, codeine pee
only in peace
lil roddy rich will go eat you
six different hoes in the bentley coupe
brothers right under my mothers before all of these b-tches, they useless
keep thinking’ boat they gon’ get you
i catch you, i knock yo’ ass toothless
average in school, i excelled in life
still a young n-gga, can’t have me no wife
color purple, silly, fill up my sprite
i been with g’s, they hollarin’ at night
thinkin’ that way for beef, them n-ggas ready for anything
small ass diamonds on your neck, we call that a spaghetti chain
[bridge]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
[chorus]
coming home to a nice b-tch and a four car garage house
seven fifty on my new b-tch for an all white margelia blouse
it’s hard to ever have s-x, she so good with the mouth (shee)
yeah, kickin’ em’ out
all these new rappers, i’m gettin’ them out (go, go)
shippin’ em out, left for my brother, he shippin’ em’ out (he know, know)
christian dior from 93’, we ain’t the same (no, no)
n-ggas will never be rich as the boat, got the clout in they veins
[outro]
mmm, give me my credit
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