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Realest Niggas

アーティスト:Rick Ross 

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[Hook:] This here's for the real money makers ridin' clean Pockets on ugh shorty talkin' on the jean Never get caught 'cuz my dip game mean Sippin' that lean, the fuck is you mean My game green with your money round here Ridin' [?] blowing kush in the air Chopper on the lap case a nigga actin' tall in it Dip it in the bub' way before it's gettin' started [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm not stuck in the game, I fuck with the game Sleep late, a nice brunch at P. F. Chang's Lettuce rap, fresh pineapple juice Sip a Cosmo while I lie in Malibu I get the truck washed while I'm sittin' inside If you feel this, wait till I'm spittin' that live If you livin' a lie, you gotta face the dirt Fully automatics and a few racial slurs Eye of the tiger [?] survivor and if a nigga sound like me I'm more than likely the author, leader Slaughter, lead the war, great right I stay tight with the straight type And take white to the head late night Stay tight slay [?] straight dykes, what you pay like? Fo' five six, how I roll my shit One of the six five, I sold my shit [Hook] [Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid] See 'em like Jack Tripper, 3 bitches I'm living comfortably Roll with me and my guns cause three is company And they don't like us, feds wanna indite us Sentence us with the lifers but


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