paroles de chanson Real Motion (feat. Brdwy Ev) - Veyster
I
got
real
motion,
nigga,
I
ain't
trippin'
on
no
lil
shit
Yeah,
I
sip
red,
I
paid
three,
this
the
real
shit
How
the
fuck
you
in
the
field
You
ain't
never
take
no
field
trips
Nigga,
that's
the
type
of
shit
I
ain't
gon'
deal
with
Damon
dazzle,
bitch,
grabber,
nigga,
I
ain't
cappin
I
was
finna
hit
this
bitch
til
I
found
out
brodie
crashed
her
My
niggas
turned
steppers
into
athletes,
got
them
doin'
backflips
It
was
my
first
time
hittin',
finna
slide
my
shit
up
in
a
Magnum
Been
grabbed
it,
pay
me
for
the
feature,
I
ain't
average
Rollin'
off
the
gas,
smokin'
gas,
I
ain't
even
pass
it
Ballin'
on
these
niggas
like
I'm
Luka
on
the
fuckin'
Mavericks
Can't
go
eat
with
broke
niggas,
they
be
steady,
talkin'
bout
dine
and
dashing
This
life
shit
a
game,
I
keep
some
shooters
with
me,
Tom
Clancy
This
bitch
want
me
to
fuck
her,
I'm
like,
no,
I'm
finna
pop
a
Xanny
Tried
to
run
off
on
the
plug,
I
did
it
once,
he
wasn't
tryin'
to
chance
it
Niggas
steady
talkin'
on
the
net,
I
can't
fuckin'
stand
it
I
don't
come
outside,
I'm
rich
up
in
my
house,
nigga,
I
been
home
They
hate,
I
don't
respond,
I
been
a
troll,
nigga,
I
won't
go
If
you
can't
cash
me
out
for
the
verse,
you
can't
get
on
my
song
If
they
told
you
it
was
gold,
at
the
end,
you'd
probably
sell
your
soul
Feds
tapped
in,
lil'
nigga,
better
sell
your
phone
Like,
what?
cell
your
phone
It's
crazy
how
a
lil'
nigga
used
to
make
sales
off
phones
What
you
do
if
the
opps
was
at
your
door
and
you
was
home
alone
Niggas
steady
been
my
clones,
big
stepper,
bitch,
V-Lone
I
ain't
trippin'
off
that
bitch,
finna
get
me
those
In
the
cat,
steady
lookin'
for
the
dogs,
see,
I
keep
my
bones
He
ran
off
with
my
shit,
it's
cool,
I
guess
he
ain't
put
on
Wasn't
finna
talk
this
crazy,
but
you
fuck
niggas
pissed
me
off
How
the
fuck
I
snitch?
It
ain't
no
papers,
I
don't
get
that,
dawg
I
just
tripled
my
amount,
but
I
ain't
trippin',
y'all
was
my
dawgs
BMF
Vibes,
I'm
big
meech,
finna
make
that
call
Heart
turned
black,
but
my
cup
turned
purple
Nigga
got
a
smart
mouth,
lookin'
goofy,
finna
call
you
Urkel
He
got
caught
up
for
that
body,
he
ain't
catch
it,
better
check
your
circle
Nigga
ain't
got
a
dime
to
his
name,
nigga
made
me
nervous
Can't
believe
what
you
say,
you
like
to
lie
often
40
on
me
while
I'm
in
the
mall,
I
can't
die
shoppin
It's
a
bag
on
the
floor,
then
I'm
right
on
it
Throw
on
a
beat
and
press
record,
don't
got
a
write
on
it
Yeah,
ayy,
I'ma
talk
my
shit
If
you
tryna
take
something
from
me,
you
gotta
off
my
shit
I
be
off
the
gas,
not
the
white,
I
don't
touch
no
bricks
Keep
it
on
me
everywhere
I
go,
you
won't
see
my
shit
Tryna
see
a
bag,
I'm
not
beefin'
about
no
bitch
I'ma
keep
it
real,
I
ain't
never
been
the
type
to
switch
If
you
got
caught,
really
thank
you
to
type
to
snitch
I'm
not
politickin'
on
the
net,
I'm
not
typin'
shit
Yeah,
this
a
freestyle,
not
writing
shit
If
he
trippin',
let
my
dogs
loose
and
they
bitin'
him
27
on
me,
so
of
course
I'm
not
fightin'
him
I'm
not
fightin'
him
How
you
switch,
ah,
damn
How
you
switch
for
a
bitch,
that
shit
don't
make
sense
You
don't
see
no
bucks,
you
don't
even
make
sense
Always
got
it
on
me,
never
lacking,
you
can't
take
shit
Yeah,
you
can't
take
shit,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah,
make
her
taste
it
Put
this
dick
all
up
in
her
mouth,
I
make
her
taste
it
Yeah,
I
make
her
taste
it
I
just
put
some
in
the
blunt,
I
just
laced
it
Ha,
ha,
ha,
ha
Going
double
dutch
on
that
dick,
I
told
her,
take
it
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