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For Real
by Dalonté
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Forreal
Nah, I mean like Pharrell
Bruno
You know
By Michael
Shit... What that equal?
Uhh?, Eww
10 months ago i was stranded up on Crenshaw
All I had was my faith in GOD
All I gots was a bottle water
All I had was the bread of
Go head shawty let that ass drop
If that shit drippin you gets backshots
If that shit barking you get spank marks
If this ain't love, Do you take Debit Card?
Credit card, Gift card
Cash app, Paypal
Money order, Airdrop
K-Dot, Fuck that
Got a high tolerance
When ya age don't exists
Like ohhh ooo ohh
I should've known when she was itchin at the front door
Suck you off and leave you in your semen
Leave you and your kids like "how that happen?"
"How the hell I get lost in the couches?
Deep down by the candy wrappers"
You gots a friend in me like somewhere round my liver
You gots to say it with ya chest if you wan heart to hear ya
You besta come correct or don't come at all
Many Kings done fell at the sound of booty calls
Emmett Till
Right Hand
Left eye
Little Bill
That mothafucka even got my father killed
Yet this pussy nigga in his fuckin feeling
Forreal
Nah, I mean like Pharrell
Bruno
You know
By Michael
Shit... What that equal?
Uhh?, Eww
10 months ago i was stranded up on Crenshaw
All I had was my faith in GOD
All I gots was a bottle water
All I had was the bread of
Go head shawty let that ass drop
If that shit drippin you gets backshots
If that shit barking you get spank marks
If this ain't love, Do you take Debit Card?
Credit card, Gift card
Cash app, Paypal
Money order, Airdrop
K-Dot, Fuck that
Got a high tolerance
When ya age don't exists
Like ohhh ooo ohh
I should've known when she was itchin at the front door
Suck you off and leave you in your semen
Leave you and your kids like "how that happen?"
"How the hell I get lost in the couches?
Deep down by the candy wrappers"
You gots a friend in me like somewhere round my liver
You gots to say it with ya chest if you wan heart to hear ya
You besta come correct or don't come at all
Many Kings done fell at the sound of booty calls
Emmett Till
Right Hand
Left eye
Little Bill
That mothafucka even got my father killed
Yet this pussy nigga in his fuckin feeling
