Testo Real Talk - 42 Dugg
Testo della canzone Real Talk (42 Dugg), tratta dall'album Young and Turnt
Aye, you don't fuck with us, we don't fuck with you, nigga
And that's just what it is
Straight up
I don't mind killin', that's the blood in me
And I been breakin' down bales since a lil' nigga
Just got off the phone with Nair, I know this shit be crazy
Told him good lookin' on that rat nigga, he shouldn't have made it
And I'ma keep it real, sometimes I don't feel like it
But I got a son, nigga, and I still write it
Ask me why I'm talkin' shit like they investigatin'
I know I want the smoke, but we might be the next to make it
All these percs on me, nigga, got my phone ringin'
Bitches shakin' ass, niggas tuned in
Go pop a watch, yeah, nigga, that's a dub pokin'
Five trays full of ones got the club focused
They love a nigga from the bitches to the club owners
We got alcohol, we got drugs on us
Prolly trippin' off a, they put mud on us
I can't tell you shit, but how the hood talk
We got a drum for every problem, bitch, that's wood talk
I'm from the East, nigga, where ain't nothin' good
But I can still show your bitch how a hundred look
And I can still show your bitch who you been runnin' with
You niggas known for talkin', we known for runnin' shit
You niggas into textin', we into runnin' bitches
My youngin' down in Texas know how to hunt a bitch
And we got them drums with us, talkin' a hundred strips
I know they watchin' me, keep a Glock with me
Fuck the law, bro, where that roll? That shit ain't stoppin' me
I keep a couple rounds that go up top for me
Niggas gon' fuck around, become an opp to me
Bitch, the whole East say they rock with me
Shout out to Ant Beast, it's time to lock the streets
Dead beat for the sound, but bitch, you know I rock with Meech
This one for your honor, free my brother Skeet
This one for my mama, boy, I'm worth a hundred G's
Shout out to the pharm', I can move a hundred beans
Shout out to the pharm', I can move a hundred bows
Bitch, I'm on parole, still keep a hundred close
Two hundred on the dash, I be on the go
Put him on his ass, thought he had me on the ropes
Moncler for us, them our only coats
Bitches stare at us like we they only hope
Leans in the Sprites, that's the only dope
Beans gettin' sent off, shit, that's all I know
Ten milli' Glocks, all I fuckin' tote
I'm waitin' on you, doggy, that's the only thing I wrote
Finna sign out, hope they let mine out
If you don't think I'm totin', nigga, come and find out
Bitch, lil' nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, Anthony O'neal Mathis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.