Текст песни For Real (feat. Tory Lanez) - Don Son , Tory Lanez
TORY
LANEZ
"For
Real"
Straight
facts
nigga
Come
through
sippin'
apple
juice
out
ya
Pyrex
nigga
Fuck
wrong
with'
chu
I
got
like
20
some-odd
pounds
comin'
from
Nevermind
haha
I
pull
up
in
foreigns
like
this
shit
for
real
Pull
out
like
Jeff
Gordon,
fuck
how
niggas
feel
New
Givenchy
gold
like
I'm
sellin'
blow
Work
up
out
the
scale
just
came
off
the
boat
Forreal,
nigga
for
real
Forreal,
nigga
for
real
Forreal,
nigga
for
real
I
just
flew
in
from
Europe
with
200
pounds
Look
I
drop
bands
on
the
low
I
got
bands
on
them
hoes
I
drop
ten
on
the
foe
OG
strands
on
my
door
OG
strands
on
my
woe
Whipping
the
7 and
get
it
popping
All
of
my
niggas
is
with
the
brick
And
got
a
bitch
on
the
batter
like
Betty
Crocker
Whipping
the
7 and
baby
And
I'm
fly
like
a
pelican
baby
And
I'm
pouring
the
O
in
da
4
And
I'm
sipping
this
shit,
it's
so
delicate
baby
I'm
so
rich
I
don't
sell
this
shit
baby
I
fuck
hoes
in
Chanel
and
shit
baby
From
the
first
night
she
ain't
wanna
fuck
But
I
had
to
finesse
to
this
shit
baby
And
my
niggas
gon
get
to
the
decimal
I
lay
back
and
then
wait
like
a
criminal
Come
direct,
we
don't
need
the
subliminal
Got
some
Florida
shooters,
they
some
Seminoles
I
got
bitches
to
pop
at
the
[?]
Niggas
with
the
bricks
out
the
boat
load
50
deep
and
they
like
oh
no
Fuck
it,
I
do
this
shit
solo
nigga
I
pull
up
in
foreigns
like
this
shit
for
real
Pull
up
like
Jeff
Gordon,
fuck
how
niggas
feel
New
Givenchy
gold
like
I'm
sellin'
blow
Work
up
out
the
scale
just
came
off
the
boat
Forreal,
nigga
for
real
Forreal,
nigga
for
real
Forreal,
nigga
for
real
I
just
flew
in
Europe
with
200
pounds
I
got
fours
on
top
I
put
fours
on
five
Whippin
the
[?]
on
top
Dippin
the
sauce
til
I
drop
I
could
give
a
fuck
how
a
nigga
feel
I'm
so
real
I
could
fuck
a
fake
bitch
Fake
ass,
fake
tits,
until
that
shit
is
real
nigga
Whip
the
exotic
on
Biscayne
We
done
moved
up,
shit
changed
550
when
I
switch
lanes
950
for
some
ripped
jeans
Going
dirty
but
my
dick
clean
Gun
dirty
but
the
whip
clean
20
thousand
on
a
nigga
neck
Just
to
walk
around
to
hear
that
shit
cling
(Tell
you
what,
can
we
hear
something
from
the
album)
Man
let's
talk
this
New
Toronto
nigga
I
can
say
I'm
New
Toronto
nigga
Talent
for
talent
you
small
fry
And
no
I
don't
do
Mc
Donalds
nigga
Niggas
see
me
in
the
new
Givenchy
Flexing
with
my
nigga
Bleu
DaVinci
Free
my
nigga
Pete
out
the
pen
Pressure
coming
let
this
shit
begin
I
pull
up
in
foreigns
like
this
shit
for
real
Pull
up
like
Jeff
Gordon,
fuck
how
niggas
feel
New
Givenchy
gold
like
I'm
sellin'
blow
Work
up
out
the
scale
just
came
off
the
boat
Forreal,
nigga
for
real
Forreal,
nigga
for
real
Forreal,
nigga
for
real
I
just
flew
in
Europe
with
200
pounds
Pressure
My
nigga
Kellz
said
nigga
give
him
that
pressure
Nigga
we
bringing
that
pressure
Came
for
the
[?]
not
the
lesson
All
of
us
came
out
of
depression
Just
to
reunite
and
flexin
One
Umbrella
fucking
Mob
nigga
Homeless
kid,
I
used
to
rob
niggas
Stress
had
me
on
deep
depression
Givin
niggas
pressure
on
the
job
nigga
I
was
sellin
dope
to
anybody
Anybody
tried
to
ball
with
ya
Times
was
so
hard
on
the
boulevard
You
needed
someone
to
grind
with
ya
But
it
was
no
one
to
grind
with
ya
No
one's
life
was
on
the
line
with
ya
No
one
was
with
ya
at
[?]
market
four
o'clock
in
the
morning
Splittin
the
dimes
with
ya
Whippin
the
soda
and
you
know
that
I'm
gone
Just
give
em
that
pressure,
just
give
em
that
pressure
Whippin
the
soda
inside
the
kitchen,
baking
soda
Whippin
niggas
know
we
Go
and
get
it
my
nigga,
that's
pressure
Don't
give
em
that
pressure,
don't
give
em
that
pressure
Easy
Fargo
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