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Real Shit
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Real Shit was released on December 31, 2010 by Hood Nation / EMPIRE as a part of the album I Do It... For the Sport
December 31, 2010
LanguageEnglish
BPM71
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Uh huh, what uh huh
Mr. Hood
Real **** shit, fuck ****
Truth be told, I don't fuck with 'em
Money my concern, hatin' is a germ
Say she never did, well she finna learn
I got plenty hoes, all 'em dyke
Pick and choose ****, all 'em right
Never had shit, now my money burn
Ever made a mill, well you finna learn
Heard you **** mad, wish I'm doin' bad
I just bought a Benz, talkin' paper tags
Leave your girl around, I bet I'm fuckin' that
She comin' with me, that's why you really mad
Get that ass into that Jeep, bet it all that she's a freak
You must be crazy ho, no money outta me
She give me pussy free, proud to be fuckin' me
I slide that rubber on, just know we're goin' deep
Beat that pussy down, keep repeatin' sounds
I step on the mound, knock that pussy out
That's just what I do, bitch I'm on the loose
Coconut Ciroc, pineapple juice
Now that's that coco loc, I am no local Joe
You **** such a joke, see me I'm countin' dough
That's all I fuckin' do and all I fuckin' know
I hear them haters mad, one thing that you should know
Real **** shit, fuck ****
Truth be told, I don't fuck with 'em
Money my concern, hatin' is a germ
Say she never did, well she finna learn
I got plenty hoes, all 'em dyke
Pick and choose ****, all 'em right
Never had shit, now my money burn
Ever made a mill, well you finna learn
So crank it up a notch, boomin' out the box
Candy coated drop, bouncin' with my locks
Boy this **** fly, 26 a tire
Broward County boy, come and see me now
I might buy a house, with a fuckin' pool
Bring a bitch for fun, that's just what I do
Tell 'em bring the hate, I might buy a coupe
Now why you mad cause I'm stuntin' and you never do
Get your money lame, I can show you things
Big shit ****, 50 karat rings
Holy moly flow, catch a holy ghost
Mr. Snatch 'Em Up, tell 'em it's time to go
Now that's some gutter shit, I'm on some other shit
Mr. Hood boy, that's who you fuckin' with
So quit your hater ways, I'm 'bout gettin' paid
And if he say he not, I bet that **** gay
Real **** shit, fuck ****
Truth be told, I don't fuck with 'em
Money my concern, hatin' is a germ
Say she never did, well she finna learn
I got plenty hoes, all 'em dyke
Pick and choose ****, all 'em right
Never had shit, now my money burn
Ever made a mill, well you finna learn
Written by: Ace Hood
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