Tyga — Real one (feat. Lil Boosie) текст песни (слова) lyrics

[Intro:]
Yeah
Give a f*ck about ya ni*ga, baby
That nig*a weak

[Verse 1 — Tyga:]
Aye baby, you baby
That’s some good pus*y we can make a new baby
F*ck you in the Maybach, f*ck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby

D*ck ain’t proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
B*tches overnight it, what you know ’bout it?
T-Raww whip out, tap out

[Pre-Hook — Chris Brown:]
I got ’em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin’ to f*ck with a young ni*ga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P

Double cuppin’ I stay too turned up
Cause we poppin’ bottles in here
Baby I’m just tryin’ to party, yeah
Cause I’m the man of the year

[Hook — Chris Brown:]
I’m tryin’ to get a little buzz
Party poppin’ and a nig*a spendin’ money
Hope I get f*cked up
I see your girl lookin’ over, at me

She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain’t happy with you, ni*ga
And I can bet that I’m gon’ get her

And I don’t, I don’t really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin’, at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?

Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

[Verse 2 — Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
Cause everybody in the club gettin’ faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I’mma pay it
Girl the party’s jumpin’, DJ’s bumpin’ my sh*t, oh yeah

Got everybody in the club lookin’ at us
I’m at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real sh*t
Girl you givin’ me the screw face
I know them b*tches hatin’ you, yeah they two-faced

I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin’ to lock you down like me and Boosie
F*ck that ni*ga, my middle finger up
F*ck a rap ni*ga, you just want a singer, huh?
I’m with this sh*t and you love it
Go on and twerk some for me

[Hook]
I’m tryin’ to get a little buzz
Party poppin’ and a nig*a spendin’ money
Hope I get f*cked up
I see your girl lookin’ over, at me

She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain’t happy with you, ni*ga
And I can bet that I’m gon’ get her

And I don’t, I don’t really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin’, at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?

Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

[Verse 3 — Boosie Badazz:]
Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin’ that nig*a
We straight I got more money than that ni*ga
She ain’t loyal cause he ain’t me

Go to jail she gon’ need me like
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain’t thirsty

But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
My all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl

You over there starin’, next me girl
Them hotties is flockin’ it’s three in the mornin’
Them bodies is poppin’ she’s feelin’ the moment
She gotta man, I ain’t worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect

[Outro — Chris Brown:]
And I don’t, I don’t really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin’, at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

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