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Down For Real
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Down For Real wurde in der vergangenen Woche am häufigsten etwa 25 sekunden nach des Songs entdeckt

Songtexte

[Intro]
Na-na, down for real
Na-na, na-na-na-na, down for real?
Na-na, na-na-na-na
You lookin' mad bad, are you down for real? (Yeah)
Are you down for real? (Like that)
Huh, down for real (Like that)
Do it like a spine for real
[Verse 1]
Let's tell the DJ, "Play this song and take me away"
These hoes go ghost in a minute, get faded away
I'm MJ, a Scottie Pippen, without me, listen'
I'm famous, but I'm a human being, girl, I still got feelings
To all my **** doin' the drillin', just spin till you're dizzy
And to my ****, stay off the pills 'cause you startin' to get skinny
That **** gave Montana eleven, he gon' go to hell
And I swear would've been on his melon if he wasn't tellin'
So let the DJ play this song, just take me away
I'm goin' to see Montana in May, don't make me stay
You **** better watch your mouth 'fore we watch your house
And I ain't into fighting my dogs, I ain't Mike from the Falcons
Catch me on the Westside Highway, ain't no race
Another sip, ninety double X, promise that shit on the way
Went fifty on that ramp, I was trippin', I ended up driftin'
Me and Sosa started off on couches, now we in the kitchen
Man, fuck these hoes tryna catch me slippin' can't trust myself, why would I trust these bitches?
Ain't really focused up on clicking, but I will with the Smith
Look, I'm from the X, you can tell by the X on my face, I ain't no killer
But ****, don't you push me
This lifestyle, you don't know how long it really took me
Like that, but you really wasn't around for real
Have my back, can you do it just like a spine for real?
[Chorus]
You lookin' mad bad, but I hope that you down for real
I buy you mad bags, I just hope that you down for real
You got the fat ass, I just hope that you down for real
Lookin' at your Snapchat, hopin' that you got time to chill
All of these hoes, Messi, I don't wanna kick it
Got more bodies than goals
Used to make my money off Chevys, not the ones that you drove
And I don't care if I'm not makin' it hot no more, I keep my own pole
Any **** run up on me, on God, I'm lettin' go
[Verse 2]
Ran up my options, I want you
Too many hoes, I was confused
If I cover you in water, can you swim though?
Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym
Ratatouille, I could never shake your hand (Woo)
How can I give you five? You gave a **** ten (Oh no)
Free my **** Smurkio, you free the real
That shit get scary, but I keep it on me still
[Chorus]
You lookin' mad bad, but I hope that you down for real
I buy you mad bags, I just hope that you down for real
You got the fat ass, I just hope that you down for real
Lookin' at your Snapchat, hopin' that you got time to chill
All of these hoes, Messi, I don't wanna kick it
Got more bodies than goals
Used to make my money off Chevys, not the ones that you drove
And I don't care if I'm not makin' it hot no more, I keep my own pole
Any **** run up on me, on God, I'm lettin' go
[Outro]
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na (Yeah)
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Mikael Haataja, Samuel Haataja, Shaun Thomas
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