Yella Beezy - Real Scars текст песни

Текст песни Real Scars - Yella Beezy




(Ducks out, ducks out, ducks out)
Come out my first rolled out my little trophy (little trophy)
Get my sack right but my little bitch went and got it for me (got it for me)
Couldn't tell me she and she know
All these hoes gon try to fuck me (try to fuck me)
If I don't know shit else you know then I'm hustler (I'm a hustler)
I'm a wrist high now, so I can tease these niggas
Give a motherfucker the world
But you can't please these niggas
If I ever have a lil'girl
Tell her you don't need these niggas
Swear to God y'all in my kind
Who the fuck breathe these niggas huh
I only fuck with a few ain't nothing new (yeah-yeah)
I might just tip the roof and a billion (yeah-yeah)
They always got to be so miserable (yeah-yeah)
They want some real I'm who they listen to (yeah-yeah)
I'mma keep my foot on these niggas neck (neck)
Bitch you know I'm pressure
Stepping these niggas chest (chest)
Keep on dissing lil'boy they gonna need him a best (best)
I've been grinding mama said I need me some rest (rest)
I just need me some rest
Fronting like you made it
Made it soon as you get you a Rollie (Rollie)
I swear to God been outside make shit stop my motion (motion)
Bust down that bust down make these hoes bust it open
Love you forever if you stuck around
When these folks try to hold them (try to hold them)
You don't get no trophy been a real nigga (real nigga)
All we got is real scars
(All we got is real scars)
You don't get no trophy been no real nigga (real nigga)
All we got is real scars (all we got is real scars)
All kinds of birds and cuffs so we bruised up
Throw the L and made them boot up
They mistake my words they shoot up
But you know I'm dope so we shoot up
Stay the same nigga when I blew up
I'm on my shit I'm counting who up
I'm the main baby coming too up
Play some games and make it suit up
I don't want you by me if you do too much
Top all of the violence 'cause we shoot too much (shoot too much)
Leave all of my charges so he knew what's up
(He knew what's up)
I'm a gang banging your party my time to up
For all my silent niggas (silent niggas)
No matter what I go through
They stay riding with me (riding with me)
I'm arguing with the world
No you can't talk about it (talk about it)
I got your back forever
Spin that block about you (spin that block about you)
Work like you made it soon as you get your Rollie
I swear to God we been outside
Ain't shit stop my motion
Bust down that bust down make these hoes bust it open
Help you forever if you stuck around
And these folks try to hold me (try to hold me)
You don't get no trophy been a real nigga (real nigga)
All we got is real scars
All we got is real scars
You get no trophy be no real nigga (real nigga)
All we got is real scars (all we got is real scars)



Авторы: Unknown Writer, Markies Deandre Conway, Justin Mitchell, Flynn Connor Cranston



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