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letra de real nigga love - waka flocka

ft. too short

break your back, b-tch
that what them real n-gg-s like
mollies in my liquor, prescription pills, and weed
that’s a real n-gg- drug

show some p-ssy, make a real n-gg- throw it up
throw it up, show some love
just because you a bad b-tch
just because you on your grind, girl
i respect everything you do
work, mama, work, mama, work, mama
get them bad hoe
work, mama, work, mama
stick ’em grand, hoe
we call eye contact, i walked up on her
like girl, you got one bright future
i’m a boyfriend’s nightmare, freddy krueger
p-ssy good so i bust it with a bucket bag,’
beat the p-ssy like’boom, boom, boom
get low like some water waves
got these squares on my sun coat now my pepper straight
b-tch, i got work on lay away
b-tch, i got work on labor day

mollies in my liquor, prescription pills, and weed
that’s a real n-gg- drug
i got all the bad b-tches, i got all the real n-gg-s
turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club
she don’t want a skirt, she want that real n-gg- love
she give me mouth in the tub
then she walk down, kiss you like what?
turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club
turn the house into a club, n-gg-, what?
turn the house into a club, n-gg-, what?

eyes big like kermit the frog’s
on the mollies with them bars
always chilling it, hanging with stars
kush don’t come in a bag, they come in jars
she came four times, that’s a party
-ss so big you can see from far
no bar, had the party in the backseat of my car
and you got vip tickets
p-ssy knee deep in it
cut my hands, throw my feet in it
fall asleep in it, might p-ss out in it
going hard like the knife in it, spend the night in it

i’mma throw a party at her momma house
her momma fine, i’mma put it in her momma mouth
sure dog, i stay with the hoes
but never in my life would i stay with a hoe
i’m on the go, mid weather, summer, or snow
popping pills and these b-tches want blow
whatever i gotta do to get the party started
the b-tch never stop once the party started
up all night doing h-lla sh-t
when she came up in clothes she was h-lla big
bigger jogger than me on tmz
and if you see that sh-t, boy, i was h-lla lit
she said, ‘why they call you short? you got h-lla d-ck’
if you ain’t sucking on it, b-tch, it’s irrelevant
she started sucking me up for the h-ll of it
i busted in the face of that pretty little yellow b-tch

- waka flocka

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