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trapboy freddy – for real كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
dj chose
for real, for real
for real, for real
put my gang in the sky ’cause i real for real

[chorus]
throw my gang up in the sky ’cause i real for real (for real)
all these n-ggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (for real)
when you comin’ where i’m from, it’s either death or k!ll (k!ll)
and that lil’ money ain’t changin’ sh-t, b-tch, i’m thuggin’ still
i got that sack for real (for real), i got that strap for real (for real)
those thirties real, i can get you clapped for real
trappin’ hard on monday, gotta pay these bills
you know i’m duckin’ still, you know i’m up for real

[verse 1]
you know i’m up for real, i’m up like uncle phil
i used to want an m, now i want another m
comin’ where i’m from, you either gon’ rob or steal
you the man when you ride big wheels, but i could still get you hit still
i get you tucked for real, it’s just what it is
i get you f-cked for real, f-ck how you feel
i gotta keep the steel, too many my n-ggas gettin’ k!lled
i can’t believe this real, still can’t believe that i’m here
remember i was broke, now i ball up out the gym
i’m above the rim, i can’t even see ’em
yeah, we used to steal, but all i wrote is real
no, we not like them, and this before the deal

[chorus]
throw my gang up in the sky ’cause i real for real (for real)
all these n-ggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (for real)
when you comin’ where i’m from, it’s either death or k!ll (k!ll)
and that lil’ money ain’t changin’ sh-t, b-tch, i’m thuggin’ still
i got that sack for real (for real), i got that strap for real (for real)
those thirties real, i can get you clapped for real
trappin’ hard on monday, gotta pay these bills
you know i’m duckin’ still, you know i’m up for real

[verse 2]
i’m black and proud like michael blackson
still bad like michael jackson
quarter milli’ hit up in the mattress
apartment n-ggas, still’ll hit an actress
rockstar jeans, don’t sag now
trap n-gga, bust a bag down
hustle hard like a mexican, n-gga
this trap sh-t got the best of n-gga
no, you not like me
i’m still the man in the white tee
if rappin’ don’t work, we gon’ get us a load off
no, you can’t doze off
i’m the sh-t for real, been the sh-t for real
been in the streets for years
past the streets, it’s real
this trap sh-t real, vacuum seal
rappin’ low-key, watch the po-po
she jumped ship, that was a low blow
when i say young money, i don’t mean lil wayne ‘dem
two fingers in the air, a n-gga pinky hang down

[chorus]
throw my gang up in the sky ’cause i real for real (for real)
all these n-ggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (for real)
when you comin’ where i’m from, it’s either death or k!ll (k!ll)
and that lil’ money ain’t changin’ sh-t, b-tch, i’m thuggin’ still
i got that sack for real (for real), i got that strap for real (for real)
those thirties real, i can get you clapped for real
trappin’ hard on monday, gotta pay these bills
you know i’m duckin’ still, you know i’m up for real

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