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letra de real life - mia ghost

[intro]
(jxckk just want a drink)
[?]

[verse 1: mia ghost]
n-ggas better calm the f-ck down, bro ’bout ready to crash
sh-t happened, then it happened, ain’t no leave it in the past
i don’t be with no teachers, so you won’t even get a pass
f-ck a tag in a post, we tryna see where n-ggas at
in a striker ridin’ with some sh-t’ll leave a n-gga scat
ironic they don’t come direct but i still peep how n-ggas act
give a f-ck, b-tch, i’ll turn a fake tweaker to a pack
talkin’ all that tough sh-t, they better leave it in them raps

[verse 2: grindhard e]
play with me and gamble with your life, you gon’ end up throwin’ cr-ps
took off and passеd a lot of n-ggas, it feel like we runnin’ laps
a lot of n-ggas fakin’ on thesе apps ’cause they ain’t livin’ what they rap
in real life, n-ggas know that we’ll pull up where they at
f-ck the trunk, i’m ridin’ round with the mini on my lap
sh-t talkin’, we done put the whole city on the map
indecent exposure, ridin’ around with a titty in a strap

[verse 3: mia ghost & grindhard e]
in real life, n-ggas tell, talk, and do sh-t for the clout
send a drop, get dropped, we ain’t gon’ do sh-t to your house
n-ggas run when it’s smoke and don’t do sh-t but run they mouth
put this big b-tch on him, make the b-tch inside him come up out
[verse 4: mia ghost]
n-ggas real-life sweet, i don’t even let ’em come around
n-ggas tryna beef but hammed out, how the f-ck that sound?
can’t be slippin’ in that water ’cause that’s how you f-ckin’ drown
f-ck a bet it all, for the camp, i’ll double down

[verse 5: grindhard e]
every time i get the bag, get it gone, re-up, and double up
get a pint, bust it down, grab a pop and double cup
i don’t do no handouts, you better pull up with enough
every time i put my hand out, it seem like they f-ck it up
got a hundred on me with a hundred on me, please don’t try your luck
try to run up, you gon’ get ran down tryna call my bluff
buff n-gga almost got popped tryna act too tough
tryna box, f-ck around, be in a box, try to fight with us

[verse 6: mia ghost]
let a n-gga move on, we gon’ pack him up
motherf-ckers move like terry crews, all that actin’ tough
goofy must be runnin’ out of storage, he can’t back it up
how the f-ck is your mans a b-tch? it ain’t addin’ up
n-gga doin’ all the rappin’ ’til we wrap him up
tryin’ so hard to be hard, i be crackin’ up
how the f-ck it’s up if you ain’t up it when you had the ups?
play stupid and get your ass smoked, ain’t gotta grab a blunt

- mia ghost

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