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letra de real - q da fool

[intro: q da fool]
ah
yeah
ah
yeah

[verse 1: q da fool]
i just keep having visions
i’m selling work in the stu working man i need a -ssistant
we gon slide on you while you on the porch imma show that i’m wit it
i’m wit it
i started rapping cause i’m gifted
stir the flow up with the goop i be mixing
these n-gg-s not real they fiction
pop a xan you on a high hoe
come over bring your night clothes
if you ride the d-ck good i might buy you some gold
you see these red bottoms they came out the bowl
yeah
i give the streets my life i gave it my soul
hb and santana and i gave more

no i’m not perfect b-tch, but i need a perfect b-tch
off white when i hit the scene
i be merking sh-t
maryland n-gg- i be shooting them sh-lls
just like a turtle little b-tch
and every time i find a loyal female i gotta hurt the b-tch
d-mn

never back bite your bruva
just sit down and talk to your n-gg-
i’m getting high while i’m watching your house i’m really hawking my victims
i told my b-tch we need need a new couch the old couch the pistols don’t fit em
n-gg-s ask me how the f-ck do i do it they want me give em a system
i’ll die for bruva
a hunnit grand for my sister
that draco a street sweeper
that calico bend like a pumper
n-gg-s dumping style to run it
7-6-2 leave your bullet hole size of some funyuns
largo road apartments thats my dungeon
stop talking all crazy n-gg- you just stuntin’
m4, m3 yeah b-tch them siamese
walked out the club with a dime piece
so many b-tches could’ve been a gigolo
f-ck with the plug hard cause his ticket low
these n-gg-s signing deals getting railroad
taking pictures with the fans do the jail pose
k!ll the n-gg- leave the n-gg- wit a red rose
i’m just doing what a real trill n-gg- pose
rob, k!ll, steal what a street n-gg- pose…to do
i don’t know who you listen.. to
but them boys misguided you
yeah
if you wanna ride, b-tch ride wit me
artillery, artillery yeah that sh-t ride wit me
put your hands up n-gg- this a robbery
your baby momma say you salting me
you smile in my face tryin’ talk to me
d-mn
thought you gon’ ride wit me
bust down my first brick you was there wit me
seen a n-gg- gettin money don’t wanna share wit me
yall keep saying that these n-gg-s real…that sh-t rare to me
these n-gg-s not really playing wit they pistols
i keep my pistol you ain’t scaring me
i stay down like gravity
at my shows b-tches scream and grab at me
if i die b-tch it’s gon be a tragedy
n-gg-s slidin put it in that bag for me
switch up on a loyal n-gg- that’s sad to me
uh
had to cut off a cut off a close f-ck n-gg-
if you knew that b-tch n-gg- you wouldn’t be mad at me

- q da fool

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