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Real Talk

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Real Talk

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(Verse)

We're here watch the oven

Both hands, wash the face

That was food for thought, nigga go wash your plate

My kingdom is the firm,and pimp I'm Dr.Dre

Good music is the team and Shawty I'm Dr.J

These real niggaz do real things

We don't talk,we don't spill beans

Start selling meat when I'ma 15

Hindi heels I'm feel green

Got a stupid chain got an ill ring

Check 'em nigga that's real bling

Got my drum major I keep a band

And a bunch of hopes in my dream team

Young prince I know real kings

I don't sleep but I still dream

Born and raised in the dirty south

But when you see me I'm still clean

Shawty I'm a legend in the A Dominique Wilkins

I got a question to ask you all

Any real players in the building

(Hook)

I'm in the club, going like the cross

Chilling in my section

Smoking that exhaust

Your bitch was on my dick

But shawty that ain't my fault

So before you start some shit

I suggest you walk ,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Jealousy that's against the law

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

(Verse)

I said man sharping man

Like steel sharping steel

I'm the streets start to feel

I make music y'all could feel

We ain't talking 'bout no money

If you ain't talking meals

Took my advice to the bank

In exchange for larger bills

Boy I keep alot of hoes

You can ask my partner Pill

If Tamika ain't gon' fuck

Then I know that Tasha will

You went and bought the bitch a truck

From me she barely got a meal

You look like one of them rap niggaz

Who never got a deal

But I'm a B O S S

Jumping out of that SS

Highschool ,suburban tale

She most attracted about best dress

I'm so happy to be alive

But everyday I'm getting fresh

She ain't ready on my gig

And we ain't even had sex yet

I got the discount you paid the retail rate

Don't be jealous motherfucker that's the females trait

She let the whole gang bang we call her East LA

'Cause I'm a B12 nigga you just a CLK

(Hook)

I'm in the club, going like the cross

Chilling in my section

Smoking that exhaust

Your bitch was on my dick

But shawty that ain't my fault

So before you start some shit

I suggest you walk ,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Jealousy that's against the law

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

(Verse)

Lately I play, banged us an eagle

Got dove storm swing from a charm

Ben Franklin tated in my arm

My nigga eating know I'm a doin

Bit dough no papa chunks

All they done versace on

Medusa here tryin' to duck your face

I partly miss, I pour a mess

I stay low I keep demand

Going for the high on bussy here

We in the building we do it big

I'm in the build with your bitch

And you know this, I hide the bottles hope you noticed

Deep down the flower's ferocious,so sick

Bi-bitch I'm in my zone,bitch I'm on this

Knock it at the park base is loaded

My nine hole waiting to go watch me tot' it

Nigga's looking like they be wantin'

But that 40 shit to stay on it

I'm in the Penthouse I'm a 2000

My bitch spare her affair

I get rest she can handle that

Feel pleasure we smash that

New cool baby tell that

All the money where your swag at

You see me I burn treat

To a thirty queen you can rail that

(Hook)

I'm in the club, going like the cross

Chilling in my section

Smoking that exhaust

Your bitch was on my dick

But shawty that ain't my fault

So before you start some shit

I suggest you walk ,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

Jealousy that's against the law

Real talk,real talk

Real talk,real talk

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