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Same dramas that's on my momma, I serve them like benihana Set the numbers down they ate em up like they paranahs You swear I had the whole hood biting like them iguanas Had them chicken tenders all lined up like the Mcdonald's Up early sunday cookin this breakfast in my pajamas Dropped a thousand but I lost 28 at least I'm honest Man these niggas lying all on tracks all on wax We don't wanna hear your imagination just state facts Nigga either you did or you didn't just don't lie Nigga either you was or you wasn't just don't lie Use to cop them bitches 3 at a time call that a trio And if they jump then fuck you to just like I'm cee-lo What you know about so many bricks full of [?] Shit I meant neon run it back like I'm Deon Treat them just like Pacqiuao they got a way in Can't even come outside they gotta stay in Can't put me off in the game I gotta play then Try to get that playdo but nah don't play though Gotta a case of calling your phone what's the connection Hangup fuck figurin it out bad reception And you ain't gotta be a detective just to detect it Any nigga lie to your face how you respect him In the kitchen cussin the pot like my baby momma The four way lockin the right that's baby drama Make me start deporting you niggas just like I'm Castro Any nigga play both sides he done it [?] SongtexteAnd I ain't seen when I was makin them movies like Tarantino Last time telling you shit bigger than nino (bigger than nino) Ask G-money spend it all fuckin night like the shit was free money Like my My face on it like the shit was me money If the dogs hit the bag then you know it's D-money You know I run this shit like Marlow these niggas [?] Had my auntie selling that shit like it was avon Ya'll know what's real or what's fake that's old shake What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla shake What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla smoothie Call that shit with jump back vanilla oooo-weee Snow is you worried bout niggas I'm like fuck no Straight up outta low cast these niggas cut throat And I don't give a fuck if it's been bout 10 years I can come back 10 years and find cheers All I need trap life cross my belly a Makaveli coupe got pasta seats look like spaghetti Ya'll ain't ready clips long as machetes I said ya'll ain't ready clips long as machetes Used to drive a 500 to school could fuck the teacher 1st thing she said in the morning turn off your beeper Excuse me miss I'm tryna P or Jay-Z if you think I'm missin out on this money you crazy And all these niggas talkin these diamonds apraise me See I'm the one that made it straight it out the streets they praise me All I know one way trap and that's hard and so I trap hard and that made me a trap god Bow down and [?] Bruce Leroy sell 10 mil tomorrow I'm still a D-boy The Real Is Back Aus Songtexte Mania