Royce Da 5'9
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Flesh

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Flesh

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Baby! Baby!

Damn, slow down a little bit

I just wanna get to know you baby

You know what I'm saying?

I don't wanna bite you, it's all chicken except for the bone

Shit, I'm just

Hey, I'm getting a little money out here

I just wanna spread the wealth

You know what I'm saying?

I got, I got money, I got credit cards, I got PayPal cards

What ever you want to do, we could do EBT

You need groceries?

Shit baby, what you looking at?

What the fuck you see over there?

A Unicorn?

Niggas sweat bitches

While bitches sweat the chill nigga in the sweats

If you don't get no respect

It really don't matter, you could be Louis Vuitton'd up

You might as well have on Von Dutch and Tommy Hilfiger with a debt

I don't do dirt, I don't call scenes

I send niggas through to leave a mess

I'm a real nigga in the flesh

I will find a bitch in distress

I will make her feel so alive

Then beat her with the dick of death

Real nigga in the flesh

If shit ain't right between us

We will leave a nigga left

Real nigga in the flesh

I despise rapping niggas

Y'all niggas fly private, I come sky jack you niggas

You disrespect me

I'll get on board with three Ks out

And go to your PJ's pilot

Tell him I need those jet's keys like I'm DJ Khaled

Seems like every artist out there snorting coke and smoking base

I just opened up the briefcase

And dumped out the contents

To close up an open case

If my soul shall rise, I'ma lift the hood up like Tray Martin

I'm a clapper, they targets

They trappers, I'm a convict slash escape artist

I'm a real nigga in the flesh

Find the bitches bitch in distress

I will make her feel so alive

Then beat them with the dick of death

Real nigga in the flesh

If shit ain't right between us

We will leave a nigga left

Real nigga in the flesh

I'm p-o-p you d-u-d

You bark up this tree, I'll make you turn over three new leafs

You live right by the code or get left like three two three

I'm A Tribe Called Quest, I'm the new G

I'm here going dumber than Tweedledee

I'll these youngin's wanna redo me, like these movies

Cause I'm so Pablo Escobar-esque

Elephant in the room, never out my element

Oh, always on my P's and Q's like RSTUV

Ah, never tell your in-tell to a gent who's intelligent

Cause he'll tell a friend who'll then shall attempt

To turn bullets into shells to spend

And turn humans into skeletons

Yeah

I'm a real nigga in the flesh

I will find the bitches in distress

Make them feel so alive

Then beat them with the dick of death

Real nigga in the flesh

If shit ain't right between us

We will leave a nigga left

Real nigga in the flesh

I'm breaking now cause I'm dating goddesses

The haters tried but couldn't feed me salt

Cause I seasoned all them

Now I'm raking dollars in

Say goodbye, I'm finna take you outta here

You can't deny it, I'm the H in igher

Here the four door Porsche or whatever vehicle

A nigga like Lincoln couldn't survive without made it out

And over four scores and seven years ago

I know time flies by, yours tick-tick-tick

Mines whip-whip-whip like eleven layers ago

My flow so heaven sent

When I go to heaven, I'ma go Heaven here you go

I'ma go tell God I know I promised

That I'd never steal your flow, I lied

Ain't nothing like side pussy on my dick

Word to that motherfucking DJ Quik

Bunch of girls wanna have a bunch of relations

Even when the nigga wanna be they friend

I learned that faithful women need they men

They don't really wanna leave they men

They just don't wanna get a phone call

From another chick saying where he done been

If your 'bout to leave better ask yourself questions

Like fight for her? Why?

You better step up and fight for her like you're fighting for Hawaii

You motherfucking B.J Penn

I'm a real nigga in the flesh

My wife almost left me but she ain't do it

I don't like the way ex-wives sound

That don't got a ring to it

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