
Real Niggas Lil Durk (Ft. Lil' Snupe & Meek Mill)
На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Real Niggas" от Lil Durk (Ft. Lil' Snupe & Meek Mill). Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Intro]
[?]
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's important
Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's important
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Nina go, "Falah", but that nickel go, "Ha-ra-da-tat"
Chillin' with my savage at that block that be my habitat
Run up on me, think again, [?] ain't havin' that
Thirty, pop a shawty, got Chicago where it's levelled out
[?], we'll clap you up -- get killed
Fuck a major, big mistake, wish I could switch deals
[?], he facin' twelve, my daddy facin' wheels
I grow up selling D, fuckin' hoes and poppin' pills
Finessin', we walkin' reckless, my niggas reckless
Lil' nigga robbin' habits and snatchin' necklace
Lil Reecey, he make that tax bit, flip bricks like Tetris
Ex-bitch, she fucked my next bitch, that shit be hectic
[?]
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's important
Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's important
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Nina go, "Falah", but that nickel go, "Ha-ra-da-tat"
Chillin' with my savage at that block that be my habitat
Run up on me, think again, [?] ain't havin' that
Thirty, pop a shawty, got Chicago where it's levelled out
[?], we'll clap you up -- get killed
Fuck a major, big mistake, wish I could switch deals
[?], he facin' twelve, my daddy facin' wheels
I grow up selling D, fuckin' hoes and poppin' pills
Finessin', we walkin' reckless, my niggas reckless
Lil' nigga robbin' habits and snatchin' necklace
Lil Reecey, he make that tax bit, flip bricks like Tetris
Ex-bitch, she fucked my next bitch, that shit be hectic
Комментарии (0)
Минимальная длина комментария — 50 символов.