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letra de real - trippie redd

[intro: trippie redd]
woah-ayy
real n-gga, been a real n-gga
haha, woah-ayy
ayy

[chorus: trippie redd]
real n-gga, been a real n-gga
hanging with some shooters, pop you like a pill, n-gga
hey, i tote that motherf-ckin’ galil, n-gga
yeah you talking sh-t then blood will get spilt, n-gga

[verse 1: trippie redd]
good n-gga, i might just need a apr-n
and all these n-ggas fake as f-ck, i swear they on some snake sh-t
they wasn’t ready for trippie redd’s greatness (haha)
now i’m balling on some stupid sh-t
long, long way home, i’m from a different planet like i’m et
i beat the p-ssy up like a beat, no dp
but dp every time i’m in the p-ssy so deep
i beat the p-ssy ’til she so weak
yeah, the flow crazy and it’s so discrete
yeah, i dare anybody to try me
twin glocks, had them n-ggas looking siamese
huh, smoking dope i’m looking chinese
i dare young n-gga come and try me
i send a couple shots like a iv
you a lil’ n-gga, i’ma need some id
i dare young n-ggas come find me

[bridge: trippie redd]
ballin’ like i’m peyton manning
bad b-tch, tryna get up in them panties
i’ma pop the p-ssy like a f-cking xanny, yeah
haha, like a xanny (yeah)
i’ma sing to the p-ssy win a grammy
haha, yeah, win a grammy
hop- hop in a phantom, n-gga, no danny
yeah, no danny phantom, woah

[chorus: trippie redd & skynny blu3]
woah-ayy
real n-gga, been a real n-gga
haha, woah-ayy
real n-gga, been a real n-gga
real n-gga, been a real n-gga (it’s skynny blu3, baby)
got some real n-ggas that’ll deal with ya (huh?)
real n-gga, been a real n-gga (real n-gga)
always stayed around some real n-ggas

[verse 2: skynny blu3]
yeah
look i just got a new thang for the summer
two seated coupe thang for the summer
when i skate through, they calling me a stunner
but f-ck that, i ran it up all winter, and that’s one hunnid
you ain’t in motion n-gga, and that’s a bummer
i stay smarter, and y’all just gettin’ dumber
y’all make it easy, i’m chillin’ out in italy and brindisi
and when i spit, they look like he another species
the lil’ n-ggas look like “blue, can you teach me?”
the white boys like “man he’s beasty”
i’m eating, skinny n-gga, fat boy belly, b-tch, i’m feasting
show them how to do it, i’m the teacher
speak wisdom to ’em, n-gga, i’m a preacher
they say i’m weird like i’m a creature
they gon’ say this heart is just a teaser
hey, bunch of k!llers, murders, shootouts, the wild west
’round here be safe, get you a vest
and when you speak to me it better be about a check
and when i come through, step fresh to impress
murder scenes, k!llers, the wild west
n-ggas still hating so i’m walking with clips
k!llers with me, few bloods, few crips
don’t get caught in the mix, don’t get caught in the mix
and it can always get bad in the summer, but it can get worse in the summer
look we all living bad but somebody living worse this summer
so be thankful you can eat and quench your thirst this summer
and thank the lord you breathe, ’cause you can get put in the dirt this summer

[outro: skynny blu3]
blue, huh
you hear me?
it came out of me g, i ain’t gon’ flex
it came out of me, i said i can’t f-ck this up haha

- trippie redd

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