Real b#tch Lyrics – Lakeyah
Singer: Lakeyah
Title: Real b#tch
Real b#tches back in
I came here to win, you hoes came here to pretend
I’ma show you rap hoes how to get y’all sh#t off
Yeah
First thing first (Huh?)
I ain’t gotta f#ck a rap n#gg# for a verse (Not at all)
And I ain’t never let a n#gg# treat me for a purse
So all you unemployed hoes, come and get this work (Work)
You b#tches sleezy, this sh#t way to easy
City lil’ me, I’m puttin’ on like Jeezy (I’m puttin’ on)
I ain’t asthmatic, but this spit game wheezy (Hah-hah)
Put these rap hoes on the plate just to feed me, I’m getting greedy
I’m big key (Yeah)
I’m not sweet, I check hoes (Checker)
Steady shittin’ on these b#tches with a [?]
Your n#gg# want a taste, I give him wet nose
Takin’ b#tches’ n#gg#s, ho you lucky if you make it home
I’ma, real b#tch (Real b#tch), don’t fall
f#ck a n#gg# get paid, that’s cold (That’s cold)
I don’t choose, bad b#tches get chose
These hoes way too weak, I’m cold
I’ma, real b#tch (Real b#tch), don’t fall
f#ck a n#gg# get paid, that’s code
I don’t choose, bad b#tches get chose
These hoes way too weak, I’m cold
I’ma real b#tch, with a real bag
And words to Miami, b#tch I’m real bad
New n#gg#, new money that’s a real grab
I ain’t stunting no n#gg# that I been had
I’ma real b#tch, you a fake b#tch, red flag
What you doing? Nothing sh#t, making hoes mad
b#tch I just signed QC and got a big bag
I’m finna show you why these ratchet b#tches real bad
Take yo’ n#gg#, like I take his dick
He want dog #ss b#tch, until I show him some tricks
I’m a big dog b#tch, don’t compare me to simps
My two kids was born rich
Why you work at a temp
I’ma, real b#tch (Real b#tch), don’t fall
f#ck a n#gg# get paid, that’s cold
I don’t choose, bad b#tches get chose
These hoes way too weak, I’m cold
I’ma, real b#tch (Real b#tch), don’t fall
f#ck a n#gg# get paid, that’s code
I don’t choose, bad b#tches get chose
These hoes way too weak, I’m cold
I’m next, in my wrist
He ain’t gotta cheque, he ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh#t
Doggin’ these n#gg#s everytime that I speak
Ice out my neck, and my wrist
He ain’t gotta cheque, he ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh#t
Doggin’ these n#gg#s everytime that I speak
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