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For Real - MO3
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For Real MO3

For Real - MO3
[Intro]
(If you don't get the fuck out of there)
(What are you doing, Aray?)
What you want me to do?
I don't know nothin' 'bout that romantic shit
I'm a thug, baby, for real
Makin' my way downtown
She walkin' fast
Her big body bend when I'm near, huh
I pulled up on it and smash (Skrrt)
She say that she hate the way that I act
But fuck all of that, yeah
I fuck off then fuck up some racks
Gucci belt buckle holdin' my strap, ah
[Chorus]
Oh, she in love for real
Don't know why she love the kid
I am a thug, for real
I come from the mud, for real
I'm tryna fuck and chill
You know what it was, for real
We ran it up, but still
I'm not tryna cuff, for real
[Verse 1]
We in the club, for real
My hitters order a bottle
They sеllin' drugs, for real
Security told me "Chill"
I snuck in with thе ratchet, but still
I'm 'bout that action, for real
I will flip yo' ass backwards with them
She like me a lot, for real
But I'm from the block for real
I buy them red bottom heels
Took her down to LA in them heels
I come from the bottom
She get on top and she like to ride it
We get it poppin', she on a molly
She give me sloppy when I be drivin'
She in love, she gone
Call the plug, we on
Ferris wheel, 'round and 'round
Beat it down, get it on
I think I'm in love, for real
Or it might be lust, for real
But I cannot trust, for real
But this is for us, for real
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