Tru Religion

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Rollan Kingz

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She don't want no fake shit
No she want the real me
I know if I try to leave
She gon' kill me

And she got that type of (Uh huh) have a me in my feelings
I know I'm a lethal weapon she trying to conceal me

Hand down my true religion so I know she feel me
She my exorcists I have her walking on the ceiling

She don't want that fake shit nah she want the real me
I know if I try to leave she gon' try to kill me

I need a insecure woman, always worried bout her figure
Super pretty hella thick and say she'd never ever date a nigga

Too worried bout opinions no she don't really do pictures
You won't never catch her slipping not even when drinking liquor

And her nails always on point
Her hair is always on Fleek
And she perfect without make up but won't leave until it's beat

She got me, st-st-st-stuttering, make my heart sk-sk-sk-skip a beat
I won't find me another one, I'll take her hostage if she leave

And I know she love me too much
She don't want me in these streets
She bring me lunch when I'm working, just to make sure that I eat

Said I love her like I love my mama but love when she call me zaddy
And she smarter than a Velma but get nasty like a daphne

They say I'm a dog but
That's my ra-ra-ra-ra-Raggy

That's my business partner
Thats my P.I.C, that's my baby that's my ride or die
My Bonnie that's the woman that made me

Ain't worried about no Kimmy, Sarah, Jessica, or Amy
And the day I die I swear that's gonna be the one who Lay me

You don't wanna see her angry she might kill you girl she crazy
Please don't hit my phone up she might kill us, girl she crazy
I don't care if I'm alone I got my true religions on
She might catch a nigga Slipping she might paint us on the ceiling bae
(Yeah yeah)
She might catch a nigga Slipping she might paint us on the ceiling bae
(Mmhm)

She don't want no fake shit
No she want the real me
I know if I try to leave, she gon' kill me

And she got that type of (Uh huh) have a me in my feelings
I'm a lethal weapon she trying to conceal me

Hand down my true religion so I know she feel me
She my exorcists I have her walking on the ceiling

She don't want that fake shit nah she want the real me
I know if I try to leave she gon' try to kill me

I'ma get the chicken come home N' give her the gravy
Can't no bitch get my attention even if she pay me

Flush her pills down the toilet
Oooh like her crazy
I'm a f*ck the heals off her
I'm a leave her lazy

Oh I like it rough baby girl
I want you to taze me
Piss me off so I can dick you down while I'm angry

Bite me on the shoulder
Dig your nails in my back babe
Walk away from me so I can snatch your ass back

Sweat dripping off your hair drip-dripping on my stomach aye
I want you to tell me stop it take it how I want it bae

I'ma play some wacka flacka, ain't no Vandross
Hear it clapping Acappella, while I make your body roll

I'ma hit the spot, that flip your eyes in your head
Make you forget every pick up line them other niggas said

They just want that fake shit I'm here for the real you
If they'd been through half of what we've been through they would kill you

Know I keep that thing for you it's hard to conceal boo
Stick your hand down my true religion cop a feel boo

(Yeah yeah) Stick your hand down my true religion cop a feel boo

It's all yours baby, you know it, you know it
You know (Oh oh oh)
It's all yours baby, you know it, you know it
You know (Oh oh oh)

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