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letra de they ain't real - q da fool

they ain’t real lyrics
[intro]
what? uh, uh, uh
i’ma, uh, i’ma, uh
n-gga what? n-gga what?
aye, q da fool
gang, gang, gang, gang

[verse]
they stole the swag, but it’s cool
i’m a trap n-gga, so everything new
i got some shooters, they be high off the juice
i f-ck on that b-tch, that b-tch p-ssy the truth
you be smoking on that low grade
high class can’t smoke, that’s why i count bread
plus i’m a shooter, rip twin, got it tatted on my forehead
got all this trap sh-t from my father, now my n-gga a goop head
i let your b-tch smoke designer drugs with all my thugs, she got good head
i’m on a mission, you better not be an issue
f-ck a b-tch, i fell in love with this pistol
alias, i might just slide in that rental
i’ve been r-t-rded ever since i was little
i ain’t worrying ’bout what you think
you better be worried ’bout q da fool
you ain’t never been up in no shootouts
n-gga never stood up like a general
another one gon’ bite the dust
if he try to run, now i gotta bust
you a d-ck eater, can’t hang with us
i’m off a xan and some angel dust
i ain’t tryna love a b-tch i’m tryna bust a nut
since i’ve been hanging with my dogs i can’t hang with moodies
and if the trap get hot then the trap moving
i can’t kick it with that hoe because that hoe be choosing
my b-tches love me, say that i’m the man
i gotta be b-tch, f-ck is you saying?
q da fool, he making love to them bands
you looking mad, i just laugh at your ass
og bob said i’m moving too fast
he was right, ’cause i let shawty crash
ooh, since a young n-gga
ain’t do nothing but look up to drug dealers
once i got older, i didn’t
my brother max got me hip to a l!ck
og bob got me hip to a stick
now a get it cracking b-tch, like a ritz
i ain’t tripping b-tch, i’m finna be rich
pop a molly watch designer i switch
i need some gucci oven mitts
d-mn, it’s getting hot up in this b-tch
said “f-ck it”, i’ma give you the swag
anyways, ’cause y’all stealing the swag
ole rapping n-gga, i ain’t feeling yo ass
ahh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
try run up, yo ass gon’ end up in a wheelchair
real trap n-gga, this sh-t be too real
streets f-cked up, n-gga, ain’t sh-t fair

- q da fool

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