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You hear 'em talking, yeah I hear 'em laugh To the public they look foggy, but not often make 'em see it now Talk about the real shit that they're doing [?] shit so fabricated Niggas ain't living what they speak about? [?] I mean faker than [?] Cartoon work as nigga, but I stick to a [?] How you got all the bitches, and they're all around us Never smoke [?] and say you blow a pound up [?] I can't deal with that [?] and do a true shit, yeah! Torn up that piece of rock While I tip a stripper, I know how I'm gonna killa ya, mother fucker! [Chorus:] You say you're real, who told you that? A liar [?] that ass up, you know [?] You like that, you like that? I'm on a club posting where the real nigga's at Money and strippers, money and strippers Money and strippers, money and strippers How [?] you niggas ain't real Money and strippers, money and strippers Money and strippers, money and strippers How [?] you niggas ain't real Everybody real, and everybody [?] Letras de cancionesCrap baby, niggas, need to get a [?] [?] money can't save you It's bitching your blood, niggas how you [?] OMG is [?] Cush, under [?] go DJ! You niggas is all pussy, you niggas is all lame, [?] a disgrace to the game. How you go [?] without your [?] [?] you to make the moves, and I don't understand You niggas ain't real! [Chorus:] You say you're real, who told you that? A liar [?] that ass up, you know [?] You like that, you like that? I'm on a club posting where the real nigga's at Money and strippers, money and strippers Money and strippers, money and strippers How [?] you niggas ain't real Money and strippers, money and strippers Money and strippers, money and strippers How [?] you niggas ain't real Party people in the place, let's make no mistake This is the history of [?] that I put on the tape It's for my niggas who been screaming they need G shit So I [?] with the same [?] It ain't no future in that bullshit you'd be running [?] With me back at it, nigga it's real lies and the shit was [?] [?] I didn't see 'em come You all scared of busters mother fucker, give me the gun How the fuck you claim you're real, when you ain't [?] Up on the introduction I smell pussy out the box And it don't matter how much money homie you say you got! A nigga slay down on your ass again [?] And you can miss me with that [?] I got old niggas, they got more niggas [?] where I'm from, nigga? [?] you say the wrong word, thinking you can try [?] Niggas claim blood, but they ain't seen [?] They ain't [?] they ain't seen [?] Where is five dudes, it was six [?] Real shit, get no real [?] fuck out of here, nigga! From Letras Mania