letra de randall - tray davis
yea yea
jp k!lling sh-t on the daily, yea
you wanna talk about some real sh-t?
yea they wanna talk about some real sh-t
yea, okay let’s talk about some real sh-t
about some real sh-t, aye, okay
real recognize real, they unfamiliar
b-tch n-ggas try and blend in like chameleons
put a bullet in ya wife, kidnap ya children
i am not a regular civilian
step with the rod like a blind motherf-cker
chillin with ya broad, hanging out under covers
all my talent raw i don’t need a f-cking rubber
all my talent raw dog, yea yea
we still playing, or are we being serious now
i got people in the philippines feeling this now
i got women unheard of hitting my cell
but my girl said i need to be home by twelve
pull up on a green dude up out of the blue
bearing all of my arms, call me winnie-the-pooh
geeking off of my pill i shimmy across the room
throw the meat on her grill and buy her some jimmy choo oh lord!
real recognize real, they unfamiliar
b-tch n-ggas try and blend in like chameleons
put a bullet in ya wife, kidnap ya children
i am not a regular civilian
step with the rod like a blind motherf-cker
chillin with ya broad, hanging out under covers
all my talent raw i don’t need a f-cking rubber
all my talent raw dog, yea yea
if you don’t talk cash, i ain’t really listening
convo drier than what you put damp linen in
sharper than the sh-t that you put yo f-cking pencil in
put that red dot up on yo head like an indian
i ain’t got no time to really play with these girls
ima get in her guts and then get in her purse
when i get to the bag, them n-ggas get on my nerves
and when they get on my nerves they gotta get in a he-rs-
real recognize real, they unfamiliar
b-tch n-ggas try and blend in like chameleons
put a bullet in ya wife, kidnap ya children
i am not a regular civilian
step with the rod like a blind motherf-cker
chillin with ya broad, hanging out under covers
all my talent raw i don’t need a f-cking rubber
all my talent raw dog, yea yea
p-ssy you can get ya wig pushed back
and if ya b-tch looking good she gone get looked at
don’t do the sh-t that’ll get ya -ss whacked
cuz all my guys rolling like a f-cking hubcap
ya b-tch on her knees like a f-cking rugrat
had a lot of idols don’t know where they went at
yea i used to really look up to em
now all i got to say is good luck to em
real recognize real, they unfamiliar
b-tch n-ggas try and blend in like chameleons
put a bullet in ya wife, kidnap ya children
i am not a regular civilian
step with the rod like a blind motherf-cker
chilling with ya broad, hanging out under covers
all my talent raw i don’t need a f-cking rubber
all my talent raw dog, yea yea
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