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letra de too real - young nudy & hoodrich keem

[intro]
raw
(dj lil keem whatup)
im just too real for that sh-t
im just too real for that sh-t
(hoodrich)

[chorus]
i can’t go out like no b-tch (i can’t go out like no b-tch)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (just too real)
ain’t no way i could turn a snitch (ain’t no way i could tell or snitch)
i’m just too real for that sh-t
(flight skool dj)
h-ll nah, i ain’t no co-defendant (h-ll nah, h-ll nah, h-ll nah)
i’m just too real for that sh-t
mama did not raise no b-tch (h-ll nah, she ain’t raise no b-tch)
she just too real for that sh-t

[verse 1]
h-ll nah, n-gga
(hoodrich keem im thinkin bout signing that guy)
mama ain’t raise no b-tch (she ain’t raise no b-tch)
slimeball, i’m too real for that sh-t (you know)
they say i ride around with that stick (yeah, i ride ’round with that 30)
hundred round drum, ooh i get to clappin’ (uh-huh)
have you flippin’ like a brick, yeah (like a brick) (yeah) (n-gga)
young gymnastic whip the brick, i do magic (magic, wow)
yeah, i disappear with your sh-t (yeah, i disappear with your-, woah)
slimeball, running off with all these n-ggas’ sh-t (we running)
n-ggas be talking like hoes
switching just like some clothes (clothes)
guess what, i ain’t worrying about that sh-t (h-ll nah)
i ain’t going out like no b-tch (i ain’t going out like no b-tch)
don’t be mad if i f-ck your b-tch (is that your b-tch?)
n-ggas be acting like b-tches (b-tch)
i wasn’t raised like no b-tch (b-tch)
n-ggas like to turn and fold (fold)
guess a n-gga turned a snitch (snitch)
and all these rats eat cheese (cheese)
and they ain”t built nun’ like this (like this)
(hoodrich n-gga)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (nah, for real, for real)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (no, no, yeah, yeah)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (nah, for real)
(yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (nah, for real)
(hoodrich keem)

[chorus]
i can’t go out like no b-tch (i can’t go out like no b-tch)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (nah, for real)
ain’t no way i could turn a snitch (ain’t no way i could tell or snitch)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (nah, for real)
h-ll nah, i ain’t no co-defendant (h-ll nah, i ain’t no co-defendant)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (i’m just too real, uh-huh)
mama did not raise no b-tch (she ain’t raise no b-tch)
she just too real for that sh-t (for real)

[verse 2]
big blunt rollin’
i stay smokin’ (gas, gas)
yeah, you might just catch me with your b-tch (your b-tch)
say slime be kickin’ that sh-t (yeah, you know, slime kickin’ sh-t)
you know slime, yeah, i do be kickin’ that sh-t (that weight,)
n-gga, you work in the other one (other one)
yeah, you f-ckin’ with the other ones (the other ones)
nah (nah), we gon’ slide your ass real quick (slide)
i might hit him with the stick (i might hit him with the stick)
h-ll nah, ’cause he ain’t rockin’ like this (nah)
h-ll yeah, i’m real right (real right)
right flag to the right (real right)
red flag to the right (real right)
y’all n-ggas ain’t right (right)
some n-ggas getting left
left, down down bad
leave a n-gga down bad (phew, wow)
with this hundred round, hit his ass real quick (real quick)
you actin’ like a b-tch (you actin’ like a b-tch)
guess you n-ggas weren’t built nun’ like this (like this)
you don’t want this sh-t (no, n-gga, you don’t want this sh-t)
guess you n-ggas weren’t built nun’ like this (like-, nun like slime)
(flight skool dj)
raw
(you know i am a real form from the streets you know)
(wow, mmh)
(they ain’t built nun’ like this)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (go ask your b-tch)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (go ask your b-tch)
(yo pierre you wanna come out here?)
(hoodrich b-tch)
[chorus]
i can’t go out like no b-tch (i can’t go out like no b-tch)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (just too real)
ain’t no way i turn a snitch (ain’t no way i’ma turn no snitch)
i’m just too real for that sh-t
h-ll naw i ain’t no co-defendant (nah, why would i do that sh-t?)
i’m just too real for that sh-t (i’m on)
mama did not raise no b-tch (nah, he don’t know ’bout myself)
she just too real for that sh-t (ahh)

[outro]
y’all n-ggas stop actin’ like b-tches
y’all n-ggas stop switchin’
stop tellin’
for real
y’all n-ggas start doing dirty by yourself, you know?
(hoodrich b-tch)
you can’t tell on yourself

- young nudy hoodrich keem

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