paroles de chanson Ain't Real - Teejay3k feat. OMB Peezy & Philthy Rich

Got that bag on me
June onna beat
June onna beat
They gon' run to you
Dave-o, make me a slap

Bitch, I smell like a bag when I'm comin' through
Watch these niggas, all they do is play up under you
They need a favor, off rip, they gon' run to you
But lose your bag, you gon' see who really fuck with you
Niggas ain't real, what the fuck this world comin' to?
It's all lies, all lies, they don't want the truth
I got the sauce, pussy nigga, I don't want the juice
Drop the top on the bitch, I don't want the roof

Nigga say he a movement, well I'm a forest, nigga
I been out here, you just jumpin' off the porch, nigga
It's either rappin' or trappin', ain't have a choice, nigga
Say he rob me, that ain't a reliable source, nigga
But I don't fuck with niggas anyway
I got five different hustles, I can get money plenty ways
Anyways, let me take it back
I remember late nights on the blocks for so many days
Mama told me come in but I was sellin' slabs
Put the Pyrex down, now I'm in the lab
Don't try to come in this water, it's too many crabs
I don't fuck with no accident, I don't fuck with dabs
Mary jane the only thing I'm blowin' in the wind
Drop the top so the people knowin' what I'm in
Ain't no stoppin' me now, bitch, I'm goin' in
Fuck who counted me out, I'm still gonna win

Bitch, I smell like a bag when I'm comin' through
Watch these niggas, all they do is play up under you
They need a favor, off rip, they gon' run to you
But lose your bag, you gon' see who really fuck with you
Niggas ain't real, what the fuck this world comin' to?
It's all lies, all lies, they don't want the truth
I got the sauce, pussy nigga, I don't want the juice
Drop the top on the bitch, I don't want the roof

Look, they got a problem, they gon' come to you
But when you need 'em, they ain't comin' through, look
My pockets hurtin' and my stomach too
Get it by myself, don't need no help, I got a point to prove, ayy
I remember sellin' my clothes, I'd never sell my soul
Cuz and them sellin' them bows, mama, some of 'em sellin' them hoes
Most of 'em sellin' them rocks, there in every city a Glock
Play with me, how you get popped, you was hard, now you gettin' shot
Bitch', I'm lookin' like a key when I walk through
Smellin' like a whole pound of weed wehn I walk through
You ain't talkin' money then I ain't the one to talk to
You thought you was leavin' a youngin until I hawked you, nigga

Bitch, I smell like a bag when I'm comin' through
Watch these niggas, all they do is play up under you
They need a favor, off rip, they gon' run to you
But lose your bag, you gon' see who really fuck with you
Niggas ain't real, what the fuck this world comin' to?
It's all lies, all lies, they don't want the truth
I got the sauce, pussy nigga, I don't want the juice
Drop the top on the bitch, I don't want the roof

Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga, uh-huh, look
A hundred thou' large in these Mike Amiris (chump change)
The bitch intimidated so she won't come near me (bitch)
Push-start the foreigns, I don't need a key (foreign)
Too much money, runnin' out of space for me to keep (It's Philthy)
Faygo got a six of Hi-Tech up in it (syrup)
Tins on the Wraith, you can't see who in it (uh-uh, nigga)
Lookin' out for undercovers in they plain clothes (five-zero)
Million dollar phone calls, me and Dave-O (It's Philthy)
Gucci on my bitch, purse and heels (designer)
Lil' nigga, you just finally touched your first mil' (broke nigga)
Runnin' up this bag since like '06 (ayy, run it up)
Still couldn't catch up if I went broke, bitch (uh-uh, nigga)
I put my niggas on like I'm 'posed to do (solid)
Watch out for the snake niggas close to you (suckers)
Thirty diamond chains, all VVS's (bustdown)
That lil' choker chain a female necklace, it's Philthy

Bitch, I smell like a bag when I'm comin' through
Watch these niggas, all they do is play up under you
They need a favor, off rip, they gon' run to you
But lose your bag, you gon' see who really fuck with you
Niggas ain't real, what the fuck this world comin' to?
It's all lies, all lies, they don't want the truth
I got the sauce, pussy nigga, I don't want the juice
Drop the top on the bitch, I don't want the roof