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noni blanco - the real lyrics
(verse one)
you a trap prostitute, know ‘yo mama sold ‘yo p_ssy
everything you say is fake, somebody get this hoe a cookie
b_tch you do it for the net, and i do it for the set, difference between me n’ you is when i do it, i get checks
only thing you letting drip is that sh_t in between yo legs
she keep calling me a man, she wanna get up in my bed
was you born without a brain?
b_tch you really bumped ‘yo head
if you shooting all this sh_t, why the f_ck is no one dead?
when we ran up at the spot, she ain’ really have sh_t
reasons i ain’t double back, it’s cuz the b_tch had kids
and we know you really ugly, makeup in every pic
spend your whole trap on bundles, b_tch you really need a p.i.n
n’ i ain’t never paid a n_gga, just so he could call me “sis”
and the county rode you up, n’ whooped your ass, did you forget?
murda said you took my shirt, but you really wanted a pic, yo whole life about noni, you ridin’, suckin’ my d_ck
got a penny, just to give a f_ck, that ain’t somethin’ you did
you a child, i’ma put you in the corner with your diss, you can’t even keep a n_gga, cuz your p_ssy’s small as sh_t
i was all in sacs 5th, blue five on the fifth
how the f_ck you “queen of sac”, when you sleepin’ on a mat?
and you run around town, with your house on your back?
b_tch yous a walkin’ disease, n’ you comin’ for me, when you was diagnosed with herpes at the age of fifteen?
i don’t really do the frauds, who is gassin’ this broad?
she couldn’t afford to mozzy n_ggas’, so she went to the stars
foreign, where? you can’t even pay the note on your car
buyin’ lingerie from d.d.’s? b_tch you really is poor
i’m too busy counting money, to be keepin’ the score
when she seen me in the flesh, we wasn’t beefin’ no more
that’s why i dogged the b_tch, and had her face eatin, the floor, my p_ssy ?, i’m the chosen, i ain’t lying for sh_t
when we start f_ckin’, freaky monte’ wasn’t hidin’ his sh_t
i call bandi like “what’s up? why you hidin’ this b_tch?”
blood walkin’ on her face, in my fly ass kicks, the b_tch got hep_c, that’s why she look like she itch
you ain’t really in these streets, you wanna bang, on wax?
she know she come across noni? get shot in her chest
and i’ll slap yonna, too, just for co_signing that
you keep speaking on jaleese, b_tch get drug through the mud
had a daughter when i wrote it, we was causin’ ’em blood
yo mama filled you up with d_ck, my mama filled me with love
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