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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
My_Kayla
Performer
Jusdeno
Performer
Michaela Penn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michaela Penn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jusdeno
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
What a real nigga
Come fuck with a real nigga
With a real nigga
That beat gon' bump
Her ass real plump
I smoke that skunk
That trap gon' jump
Boy what I'm worth is out this earth and
Making moola is most urgent
Trackhawk for a real nigga (switching lanes)
Black card on a real nigga (too much cash)
If you cool might chill with ya (I just might)
Wanna fuck to keep it real withcha
It ain't nothing to trick on her (cha-ching)
If the pussy good, I'ma spend on her
Said she straight still bent over (gimmie that)
Now she inviting her friends over
I'm from the city of the champions (Cleveland)
We love Bone more than calcium (un hum)
We smoke then we fuck, then we fuck and we smoke
And I swear we the happiest (oop oop oop)
She wanted to see me, we drinking Bellini's
She want a new purse, what's a wish to a genie
I call her Whodini, that ass is so fat that it hid the bikini
We ride Lamborghini
My bitch and her booty get all my attention
I rub it so much, that I'm causing some friction
I fly her out frequent, so she can take pictures
No job in a while, but I swear I got richer
I keep a peace of mind in some Yeezy slides
Some Dior sandals or some Birkenstock's
Shit whatever pair, that's not of focus here
'Cause I stay on fire call Smokey Bear
I can still fuck, but Ion fuck my ex's (un umh)
Chain so heavy can't wear my necklace (un hum)
On a yacht just watching Netflix
Once we dock you can hit the exit (bitch)
That beat gon' bump
Her ass real plump
I smoke that skunk
That trap gon' jump
Boy what I'm worth is, out this earth and
Making moola is most urgent
Trackhawk for a real nigga (switching lanes)
Black card on a real nigga (too much cash)
If you cool might chill with ya (I just might)
Wanna fuck to keep it real withcha
This Dolce Gabbana (Gabbana)
I smell like designer
And I'm cleaner, in Marine Serre
He-he-he -he-ha like the Misdemeanor
Word to Zell (Big Zeus) when I did sell
I use to eyeball it, I ain't need a scale
I'm for real, you can ask Miguel (Shug Stuntt)
We was hitting plays like the NFL (bow bow bow)
And I'm accurate, when I'm after it
If you act a clown, get this magic trick
Drink a half a fifth, with my Tampa bitch
Now she suck it hard like the straw was bent
You can't tamper with, the package talented
Teach a lesson, shit I'm the faculty
I'm from Cleveland, it's a different galaxy
If you sweet they might pull 'ya cavity
I'm too hot, I need to cool it down (bow bow bow)
I got a view and a pool now (bow bow bow)
You hoes scary when the Boo in town (bow bow bow)
2-seater with the rudest sounds (bow bow bow)
Shit I'm riding with the boobies out (bow bow bow)
I'm the best I can prove it now (let's do it) (bow bow bow)
Make room Bitch scoot it down (bow bow bow)
Tell the other rap hoes that the ruler's out (bow bow bow)
That beat gon' bump
Her ass real plump
I smoke that skunk
That trap gon' jump
Boy what I'm worth is out this earth and
Making moola this is urgent
Trackhawk for a real nigga (switching lanes)
Black card on a real nigga (too much cash)
If you cool might chill with ya (I just might)
Wanna fuck to keep it real withcha
Bow bow bow get it
Bow bow bow let's get it
Bow bow bow hit it
Bow bow bow let's get it
Bow bow bow let's get it
Bow bow bow let's get it
Bow bow bow let's get it
Bow bow bow I hit it
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