Lyrics Real Gas - Gucci Mane , Waka Flocka Flame
I′m
in
a
real
dolly,
My
life
a
real
movie
Your
girlfriend
want
to
change
her
heart
she
is
a
real
groupie
I'm
rockin′
real
diamonds,
you
rockin'
real
[?]
And
this
is
not
a
water
gun
this
is
a
real
Uzi
I
got
more
motherfucking
money
than
a
preacher
ho
I'm
like
a
million
dollars
richer
than
a
week
ago
Got
so
much
jewelry
on
I
look
just
like
a
jewelry
store
If
you
a
bad
bitch
why
you
wearing
sneakers
for?
You
say
your
ballin′
what
you
sittin
in
the
bleachers
for.
Rolls
Royce
a
head
shot
but
my
charger
is
a
body
blow
If
you
don′t
suck
it
right
then
i
guess
got
to
teach
the
ho,
i'm
smoking
swishers
not
the
same
shit
Wiz
Khalifa
smoke
I′m
smoking
real
gas,
spend
money
real
fast
Lil'
momma
sexy,
but
i
wonder
if
that′s
real
ass
I
want
her
real
bad,
i
got
a
real
bag
I
got
it
on
with
a
long
way
i
got
that
real
cash
I
roll
with
real
niggas,
i'm
talking
real
killas′
And
i
suggest
you
stay
in
line
we
got
bad
tempers
I'm
rocking'
real
Prada,
I′m
rocking
real
Louie
These
other
suckas′
out
here
imposters
on
the
real
Gucci
This
is
a
one
time
[?]
selling
weed,
mollies,
zans
Steal
from
me
I'm
killing
all
close
friends
He
smoking
dope
out
of
chicken
bones
and
soda
cans
Clayton
county
that′s
gangland
My
shooters
they
got
shooters
man
He
wanna
rob
better
change
his
plans,
when
they
run
in
his
house
everybody
backin'
out
and
they
shooting
man
If
you
want
the
pass
him
river
dell
i′m
out
here
send
100
bands,
on
85
that's
real
shit,
flex
to
much
get
your
dome
kicked
Can′t
stand
a
lame
and
a
broke
bitch
It
ain't
hard
to
tell
nigga'
I′m
the
man
Can′t
fuck
with
soldiers
or
middle
man
So
I'm
a
boss
nigga,
i
do
boss
shit
Like
a
GD
I′m
a
boss
bitch,
hanging
out
the
window
with
a
chopstick
Got
leather
gloves
with
no
mask,
when
I
hit
a
lick
Just
to
let
you
know
who
took
your
shit
You
lame
as
hell
you
a
free
pick,
my
young
niggas
they'll
murk
your
ass
for
a
half
a
brick
Need
to
rob
that′s
my
[?]
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