Raw Child - Real Shit Lyrics

Aye
F*ck them up
Aye
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
I mean it
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
I mean it
Too say the least I'm getting real dough
Your Baby's Daddy is a weirdo
He imagining them bags
He aint know had no cash flow
He fouls in every way
So he aint getting another free throw
Walk up on my coupe
I'm going ape and that's faneto
I aint getting out my seat
I'm throwing shells right through the peep hole
That's the meet and greet
What the f*ck you tryna see bro
Don't call, don't text no bull shit
Cost you your life
And Maybe a full clip
Unload on that full clip
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
I mean it
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
I mean it
Addy Popping on the Regular
More Focus Then your Camera
When the cannon shoots it bursts
Sending Signals through America
Still got my first drug phone its US cellular
Had bad bitch at the time
Her name was Erica
Turned out to be a trife Hoe
I'm not a fan of THE
Baby Daddy Bull shit
Please get your standards up
Talking bout he want me dead
Because she gave me head
I don't even care what she said
She all up in my Bed
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
I mean it
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
I mean it
I'm kind of sick up in head
Don't talk about leaving me dead
That excites my curiosity for cutting off legs
You will never walk these shoes
Cause these shoes wouldn't fit
I'm a legend in them streets
Sasquatch aint shit
You a Name-less ass nigga
You aint gone Do shit
Jon Doe, tell yah hoe
I don't owe her shit
She needs to take a walk
Quick and get up off my dick
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
I mean it
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
On Real Shit
I mean it
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