
The Posse Cut (Who Don’t) Wale (Ft. Black Cobain & Fat Trel)
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[Chorus]
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
[Verse 1: Wale]
Real niggas fuck with us
Fuck you if you feelin' different
Fuck you phony bamas, fake bitches, and you little git-wits
Prince Georges to the District
I be there cause I live it
Brought this shit to fruition
A couple years back ain't seen my vision
Runnin' this bitch like I do not care
O.G. Nikes, my shoes so rare
Whole lot of haters wanna fight I swear
Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair
Twist me up, let me crank
Rub my back, then let me lay
Give me dome, then let me skate
Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
Real niggas fuck with me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
[Verse 1: Wale]
Real niggas fuck with us
Fuck you if you feelin' different
Fuck you phony bamas, fake bitches, and you little git-wits
Prince Georges to the District
I be there cause I live it
Brought this shit to fruition
A couple years back ain't seen my vision
Runnin' this bitch like I do not care
O.G. Nikes, my shoes so rare
Whole lot of haters wanna fight I swear
Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair
Twist me up, let me crank
Rub my back, then let me lay
Give me dome, then let me skate
Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates
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