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buu e. radley - keep it real lyrics

[verse 1: buu e. radley]
money bag, money bag, n_gga
dollar bill, dollar bill, n_gga
fou’ sco’ in dat field, n_gga
finna do what i feel, hol’ up
finna cop some hot wheels and a crib
chick a switch c_cks, she knew where i live
flew from detroit to atlanta
saw my brother’s crib, now i gotta match him
f_ck dat, i’mma surpass ’em
cop me a mansion in the hills
where ain’t no n_ggas where i live (huh?!!)
where ain’t n0body where i live (huh?!!)
or i could buy the block
kick everybody out
if you won’t leave, you gettin’ carried out
in a body bag or thrown on yo ass
buu e. economics
welcome to class
let me hop out dis fou’ do’ (what)
let me pose for this pho_to (what)
b_boy stance, and that’s fo’ sho (what)
’til the day i diе
and that’s on yo grave,dog
’cause i’ma live forеver
i’m blessed by god, and i’m highly favored
been through a lot, so i won’t waiver
in my faith, ’cause i’m saved by grace
eddie murphy, i’ma trade my place
from the bottom rung to the top step
second joint, and ain’t flop yet
gotta salute my like wobbuffet
my goals i’m shootin’ like boba fett
like cloud and manny, quiet on the set
you rap words that you ain’t walkin’
think you cold, but i’m steve austin
when i’m spittin’ three sixteens
lil’ puppy hush, a grown man is talkin’ (yea)
[chorus: buu e. radley]
money bag, money bag
dollar bill, dollar bill
fou’ sco’ in dat field
finna do what i feel, shawty
i’ma keep it real
’till the day that the lord call me
i’ma keep it real

[verse 2: kasher quon]
i’m a scam_aholic
lean_aholic (junkie)
wit’ all this drip, i’mma need a faucet (drip)
try to rob me, you gon’ need a coffin
i’m smokin’ gushers
i can’t stop coughin’
she ain’t got a car, she just keep walkin’
if you ain’t got no money then why the f_ck you talkin’?
shoes on my feet, i can not pr_nounce ’em
drinkin’ all this lean, i need a water bottle
that b_tch p_ssy wet (yea)
she got a water fountain
i pou’ed up in a ice mountain
you ain’t clean up, so you ain’t get yo allowance
why you tryna sell weed and you ain’t make a profit?
i dumped my b_tch, she was too toxic
i’m riding around wit’ a rocket launcher
[verse 3: buu e. radley]
we hustle hard out in detrilla
we for reala and we countin’ skrilla
one of the midwest pillars
represent our village like j dilla
gettin’ to the bag like a gold digger
midwest ain’t no ho n_ggas
please don’t play wit those n_ggas
’cause yo’ ass will get exposed, n_gga
pull your pants up and wear a belt
when fleece come out, you can’t scream for help
there’s some demons only ’bout cake
now you seein’ how tina felt
they laugh at pain like tina fey
sing to it like teena marie
nevermind who you thought i was
i’m buu e., b_tch, understand me?!

[chorus: buu e. radley]
money bag, money bag
dollar bill, dollar bill
fou’ sco’ in dat field
finna do what i feel, shawty
i’ma keep it real
’till the day that the lord call me
i’ma keep it real
[chorus: buu e. radley]
money bag, money bag
dollar bill, dollar bill
fou’ sco’ in dat field
finna do what i feel, shawty
i’ma keep it real
’till the day that the lord call me
i’ma keep it real

- buu e radley lyrics

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