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letra de the real - noni blanco

(verse one)
you a trap prostitute, know ‘yo mama sold ‘yo p-ssy
everything you say is fake, somebody get this hoe a cookie
b-tch you do it for the net, and i do it for the set, difference between me n’ you is when i do it, i get checks
only thing you letting drip is that sh-t in between yo legs
she keep calling me a man, she wanna get up in my bed
was you born without a brain?
b-tch you really bumped ‘yo head
if you shooting all this sh-t, why the f-ck is no one dead?
when we ran up at the spot, she ain’ really have sh-t
reasons i ain’t double back, it’s cuz the b-tch had kids
and we know you really ugly, makeup in every pic
spend your whole trap on bundles, b-tch you really need a p.i.n
n’ i ain’t never paid a n-gga, just so he could call me “sis”
and the county rode you up, n’ whooped your ass, did you forget?
murda said you took my shirt, but you really wanted a pic, yo whole life about noni, you ridin’, suckin’ my d-ck
got a penny, just to give a f-ck, that ain’t somethin’ you did
you a child, i’ma put you in the corner with your diss, you can’t even keep a n-gga, cuz your p-ssy’s small as sh-t
i was all in sacs 5th, blue five on the fifth
how the f-ck you “queen of sac”, when you sleepin’ on a mat?
and you run around town, with your house on your back?
b-tch yous a walkin’ disease, n’ you comin’ for me, when you was diagnosed with herpes at the age of fifteen?
i don’t really do the frauds, who is gassin’ this broad?
she couldn’t afford to mozzy n-ggas’, so she went to the stars
foreign, where? you can’t even pay the note on your car
buyin’ lingerie from d.d.’s? b-tch you really is poor
i’m too busy counting money, to be keepin’ the score
when she seen me in the flesh, we wasn’t beefin’ no more
that’s why i dogged the b-tch, and had her face eatin, the floor, my p-ssy ?, i’m the chosen, i ain’t lying for sh-t
when we start f-ckin’, freaky monte’ wasn’t hidin’ his sh-t
i call bandi like “what’s up? why you hidin’ this b-tch?”
blood walkin’ on her face, in my fly ass kicks, the b-tch got hep-c, that’s why she look like she itch
you ain’t really in these streets, you wanna bang, on wax?
she know she come across noni? get shot in her chest
and i’ll slap yonna, too, just for co-signing that
you keep speaking on jaleese, b-tch get drug through the mud
had a daughter when i wrote it, we was causin’ ’em blood
yo mama filled you up with d-ck, my mama filled me with love

- noni blanco

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