Lyrics:
the type of bitch you seeing when i
Look i know love for real
I love the way you feel
I already knew i was a champ but you just made it real
Tell me you'll
Maybe you could be summer time love
Have you thought about the summer love
Baby I couldn't tell you where the fuck my mind was
I been thinking summer
Hey my love
Hey my love
When there's nothing to say
By my side
Patiently
I look at you
You look at me
And when I saw you that way
Tell me why
Suddenly
a defendant)
You ain't real I know you ain't if you seen all that blood in these streets
I know you would faint nowadays it's just experience
It don't go by
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
She was pregenant by me once, glad she didn't have it
'Cause I be paying child
(The cut me down, I think he ain't wrong)
Real talk (the late talk)
Uh, yeah (you've deleted all of our late talk)
My ex woke up to a rare L
to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that
make me feel
Take me by surprise
Look into my eyes
And show me that
Your love is real
(CHORUS)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I like it) uh huh, uh huh
you back
The singing was sad, feelin' real bad
'Cause it truly was the greatest love we ever had
So I feel girl, this is not the time
To break
yeah
Real shit, all my thug niggas
Big Pre, Big Chaz, motherfuckin black hands
Check it
[Verse 1]
For the first time in my life, I feel the love from my
100 now, that girl nasty
I'm never lettin' the opportunity pass me, by
I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it's true what they say when
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
Frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions
Lead lead to dumpin'
IV to pumpin', you're feeling
bling and gold
Oh, am I real? Real
Spread love
Fuck a dollar
Fuck your love or get some head-love
Break bread with your niggas, burnin' bed bugs
Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare
Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there
Real niggas deserve to live twice
Plastic fork
[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any
real, aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord,
unreal would be real
And in the morning, one day when she awoke
To find herself surrounded by the same old room
She was disappointed
So she dreamed
a come up
The real mackadocious, the real McCoy
That's right DJ EZ Dicc
This one is strictly for the pimps, players, true money makers
Nothin' but
ain't got shit to love
I cripple thugs, just because
You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs
Until your place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio,
dress?
Step on out girl and tell me what's next
Do you love me? Yes
Do you want me? Yes
Then let me rub this oil all on your flesh
Take you out
chilling in the big ride
Even though we be living that good life
Real ride or die gyal by my side
Real love, that is somethin' weh we can't hide
From
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
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