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a boogie - i know whats real ( s l o w + r e v e r b )
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
D Stackz
D Stackz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Daris Meachem
Daris Meachem
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D Stackz
D Stackz
Producer

Lyrics

D Stackz Nigga, goddamn, spent five bands on some Balmain, that's a lot, man I pull strings like a violin, A Boogie, damn he be wylin' Nigga who scared? You think I'm scared? Put them goons on you, that's a nightmare I got ten guns, I don't fight fair, gotta buzz now, this a light-year This that new shit, got a new bitch, I spent two bands on her new kicks Hangin' from my neck, that's a Cuban, swear you don't wanna see me lose it When I Cuban, got bust down, told 'em bitches I don't give a fuck now I'm A Boogie, nigga what now? See me shinin', wanna show me love now You a dub now, when I see you, I'ma treat you like you see-through Thought I told you I don't need you, you is old news, I'ma be cool Nigga stop it, I'm from Highbridge where you see a whole lotta fly shit Louis V hoodie on my bitch, how I'm flexin' you would think I got rich, ah I know, I know what's real so keep it a thousand, ah In the field, swervin' in that Audi Fuck your feelings, fuck whoever doubt it Told the plug ain't no need to count it I know, I know what's real, I know you in the field I know, you say you drill, I know, I know what's real My nigga I seen a lot now And if you talk about that shit, you might get shot down I'm immaculate I feel, I see hatred in they grill All blue faces on my bills, I keep thugs with me still Try to take it, they gon' kill, got no patience they just drill All they places gettin' filled, ain't no cake then ain't no deal When I be ridin' I got it, trust me I got it, I promise I fuck with good girls who look like they comin' straight outta Onyx They in college, I pull up on 'em and work on a project My name is Artist, I got it, they give me brain, I'm just watchin' I put my thumb in her butt and she told me, "Nigga, you wylin'" I keep on fuckin' with her after I say I'm gon' stop it No lovey-dovey no more, baby, I'm just bein' honest I'm goin' hard, and I promise, like I play for the Rockets I put my homie on, now his Rollie on, that shit flooded Balmain hoodie on, I get what I want, I get money Ain't no need to front, this ain't what you want, bitch, you buggin' If you say what's real, we could prolly chill, that's a hunnid (that's a hunnid) I know, I know what's real so keep it a thousand, ah In the field, swervin' in that Audi Fuck your feelings, fuck whoever doubt it Told the plug ain't no need to count it I know, I know what's real, I know you in the field I know, you say you drill, I know, I know what's real My nigga I seen a lot now And if you talk about that shit, you might get shot down, bah I know, I know what's real, I know I know, I know what's real, I know
Writer(s): Daris Meachem, Artist Dubose Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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