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letra de everything real - pak-man

[hook – goldie1]
everything real, everything real
everything real, everything real
i keep bad b-tches around me cause i keep it real
i keep trap n-ggas around me cause i keep it real

[verse 1 – pak-man]
my gucci real, my burner’s real
my diamonds real and you know this
i’m getting money in and out of south
spend a thousand pound on my loafers
i’m really trapping, are you really trapping?
i swear most these rappers some jokers
all i do is stunt, i want louis rugs
and versace pillows on my sofa
i’m from the big city, it’s gritty
only thing fake round me is my chick’s titties
can’t take a break, i’m spinning cheddar
i can make it rain like english weather
thousand pinkies, that’s a fifty stacked
my pocket fat like my b-tch’s back
f-ck with me, you know i’ve got it
my money long, i might cop a drop whip
i spent twenty four abroad
then it’s back to selling this raw
we just spend a night in paris or fly dam quick
my watch is flooded like the titanic
talking birds, that’s my language
my life lavish, that’s high standards
i’m mashing money so f-ck your feelings
stacking money till it touch the ceiling
[bridge – goldie1]
all these bad b-tches in yeah
all the real n-ggas around me
my circle ain’t no square no
we let ’em know, we let ’em know

[hook – goldie1]
everything real, everything real
everything real, everything real
i keep bad b-tches around me cause i keep it real
i keep trap n-ggas around me cause i keep it real

[verse 2 – pak-man]
i’ve got real morals, real values
and principles that i won’t change
i stay loyal to my little bruddas
i spent mad years in this dope game
everything real in my verse
man around me put in knife work
man around me let the nine burst
and there’s man around me that fly birds
miss my bruddas doing jail time
i’m on track like a rail line
my credit’s good but my b-tch is bad
i’m whipping white but my whips are black
real bosses do real things
like set up shop and get meals in
been looking down from the penthouse
that’s at the top of the building
you’re listening to one of the realest
the real d-boys gon’ feel it
the wind’s blowing, it’s cold outside
but my moncler’s on, i don’t feel it
and the price tag on these clothes
might add to my ego
but i’m mashing money so f-ck your feelings
stacking money till it touch the ceiling
[bridge – goldie1]
all these bad b-tches in yeah
all the real n-ggas around me
my circle ain’t no square no
we let ’em know, we let ’em know

[hook – goldie1]
everything real, everything real
everything real, everything real
i keep bad b-tches around me cause i keep it real
i keep trap n-ggas around me cause i keep it real

- pak man

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