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This that true shit This that true shit, baby This may not be your favorite song (Nice) Yeah If I was to shower you with compliments If I was to say that you were heaven-sent Would it turn your confidence to cockiness? Would you let it get to your head? I see you with all them likes But what you finna do with that? My nigga saw you in person He said you ain't even look like that I see you with all them heels And all them Birkin bags You stay ordering room service But you don't be paying for that What happened to the real women, real women? What happened to the real women, real women? They all tryna be bad bitches, bad bitches I'm speaking to my real women Where my real women? Yeah you Instafamous, you Instafamous They know what your name is, but what about your babies? Letras de cancionesWhat about a career? What about an education? You ain't even got a job but you stay on them vacations, huh? I ain't trying to judge you I ain't tryna put you on trial I'm just stating facts And some shit shouldn't be allowed But I blame the niggas Yeah, I blame the niggas For getting these hoes excited When they be posting pictures I see you with all them likes But what you finna do with that? My nigga saw you in person He said you ain't even look like that I see you takin' all them trips I see you only fly first class But that shit cost a lot so Explain how you pay for that What happened to the real women, real women? What happened to the real women, real women? They all tryna be bad bitches, bad bitches I'm speaking to my real women Where my real women? Yeah you Instafamous, you Instafamous They know what your name is, but what about your babies? What about a career? What about an education? You ain't even got a job but you stay on them vacations, huh? Why hate on me? I'm everybody's woman crush Don't hate on me Girl, ain't nobody hatin' on you Boy, don't hate on me (I'm not) 'Cause I got all these followers Don't hate You got the wrong idea On me Can somebody tell me? What happened to the real women, real women? What happened to the real women, real women? They all tryna be bad bitches, bad bitches (They tryna be bad but they don't know) I'm speaking to my real women (Niggas ain't lookin' for that) Where my real women? Yeah you Instafamous, you Instafamous They know what your name is, but what about your babies? What about a career? What about an education? You ain't even got a job but you stay on them vacations, huh? This that true shit This that true shit, baby This may not be your favorite song From Letras Mania