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fbg dutchie & reese g - real rap lyrics

[intro: reese g]
yeah, man
shout out to my haters, man, fbg, mg in this b_tch
2011, man, you know what it do, man
this sh_t don’t stop, man

[verse 1: reese g]
give a toast, yeah, a toast to the haters
i’m out here doin’ business, i’m ’bout to renovate ’em
.40 with my thirties and the bullets penetratin’
t_shirts, cemeteries, that’s a demonstration
body me a n_gga, then i take a lil’ vacation
keep the cali in me, that’s the great motivation
sounds from the spirit got me k!llin’ like i’m jason
do another hit, i look him right up in his face, man
off a few things, f_ck the laws if they chasin’
pop both of them, leave their bodies layin’ adjacent
real sick n_gga, nothin’ nice here to play with
only for the team, other n_ggas, don’t say sh_t
custom_made jocks, you’ll think it’s on a sp_ceship
no landlines, cell phones when i make hits
p_ssy n_ggas talk, so i hear about the fake sh_t
only deal real, so them others hit the wait list
[interlude: fbg dutchie]
hahaha
yeah, yeah, yeah
it’s dutchie two times
fbg, baby

[verse 2: fbg dutchie]
welcome to the ‘ville, it’s right under the l
where you can get k!lled if you droppin’ them l’s
from us poppin’ them sh_lls, you’ll be in that casket
i’m tryna get that bag ’cause at first, i ain’t have it
i wanna live lavish, so i tote a banger
this jock on me, homie, i’m prepared for the danger
i feel the angel ’cause they took my broski took
retaliation is a must, so we gon’ blow, then we gon’ shoot
and if you rockin’ with ’em, fam, you in this sh_t, too
this sh_t real in the field, lil’ n_gga, it’s the truth
so don’t be lackin’, you better keep your head up
gon’ chase that back, kid, gon’ get your bread up
so you can cash out
jump on ’em like a trampoline and swag out, and do your thing
and these hoes on your d_ck, they wanna do your team, man
so d_t_d, b_tch, e_a_d, b_tch
we the winnin’ team, mvp sh_t
your girlfriend wanna do me and my g’s, b_tch
we coolin’ on our 063 sh_t
where we at? st. lawrence, 063, b_tch
[interlude: fbg dutchie & reese g]
hahaha (haha, haha)
man, they ain’t feeling us, djay, man, i think we gotta put this sh_t together, man
they ain’t feeling us
give these n_ggas a lil’ some’, man
let’s show ’em what it do, reese
show ’em how we come back on their lil’ ass, man
for real
let’s do this sh_t
let’s get it

[verse 3: reese g & fbg dutchie]
i don’t think they feel us, swag on some different sh_t
money comin’ fast, countin’ numbers like arithmetic
007 guns, scorin’ every mission sh_t
and i rep my side for them guys who we missin’, kid
ain’t playin’, n_gga, go hard when they mention sh_t
that’s my worst fear gettin’ set up by a snitchin’ b_tch
and this snitchin’ sh_t dead like y’all mans
jumpin’ anybody gate just to spend y’all bands
n_ggas talkin’ money, white folks, old pres’
i been holdin’ cash before the chase bank opened
and on every track, charlie, i’ma go in
treat him like that tooka pack, roll up, smoke him
fire his ass up, i’ma try to get a puff in
.40 on his ass, i don’t see him actin’ tough then
man, f_ck them, they ain’t really on sh_t
let’s do a hit, folks, let’s get him gone quick
[outro: fbg dutchie]
haha, yeah, it’s fbg, girl
money gang
shout out to t, i see you, lil bro, reese g in this b_tch, too
what it do, dro? we in here, we on now
yeah, i’m number two, free the f_ckin’ guys
real rap, man, let’s go

- fbg dutchie reese g lyrics

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