Real Muthafucka Rich Boy (Ft. Hemi, Maino & Mista Raja)
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[Hook]
Daddy ain’t raise no punk, momma ain’t raise no sucka
I don’t like fake niggas, cuz I’m a real muthafucka
I’m a real muthafucka, I’m a real muthafucka
I don’t like fake niggas, cuz I’m a real muthafucka
[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
I’m getting bread with some butter, bitch in my cut yes I her
Swerving on pump muthafucka, spin out and burnout some rubber
See I can spot undercovers before they catch us and cuff us
You pussy niggas can’t touch us, I bang and bust on you bustas
I like to pop a few bottles, drinkin down three with some models
They like the Chevy and swallow I pull another tomorrow
I keep it real you a lie you the first to testify
Telling on me selling pie, if you done nobody cry
On my common denominator, that money bring dirty paper
Don’t know what to do with haters, call me the exterminator
Too much for the piggy bank, that purple shit is what I drank
A real nigga what you ain’t, so fuck you and what you thank
[Hook]
[Verse 2: ]
Baby mommas and wifeys ya they know I’m that nigga
Police shoot through my name, Ds follow my twitter
Suckas pointing me out, I never told on a man
I’m in the lineup wasn’t me now I’m back on the lane
Swagger makes the bitches pop, I took a cab and I was shot
I was rapping I was rapping cooking deal in the pot
Free D-BO and Wok, real niggas for life
And at my shows get real usually end up in fights
Bitch niggas is tripping and my killers is itching
Favorite room in the mansion it’s probably the kitchen
Cops kill little lotto, eat a dick is the motto
Learn the green collision if I don’t make it tomorrow
Daddy ain’t raise no punk, momma ain’t raise no sucka
I don’t like fake niggas, cuz I’m a real muthafucka
I’m a real muthafucka, I’m a real muthafucka
I don’t like fake niggas, cuz I’m a real muthafucka
[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
I’m getting bread with some butter, bitch in my cut yes I her
Swerving on pump muthafucka, spin out and burnout some rubber
See I can spot undercovers before they catch us and cuff us
You pussy niggas can’t touch us, I bang and bust on you bustas
I like to pop a few bottles, drinkin down three with some models
They like the Chevy and swallow I pull another tomorrow
I keep it real you a lie you the first to testify
Telling on me selling pie, if you done nobody cry
On my common denominator, that money bring dirty paper
Don’t know what to do with haters, call me the exterminator
Too much for the piggy bank, that purple shit is what I drank
A real nigga what you ain’t, so fuck you and what you thank
[Hook]
[Verse 2: ]
Baby mommas and wifeys ya they know I’m that nigga
Police shoot through my name, Ds follow my twitter
Suckas pointing me out, I never told on a man
I’m in the lineup wasn’t me now I’m back on the lane
Swagger makes the bitches pop, I took a cab and I was shot
I was rapping I was rapping cooking deal in the pot
Free D-BO and Wok, real niggas for life
And at my shows get real usually end up in fights
Bitch niggas is tripping and my killers is itching
Favorite room in the mansion it’s probably the kitchen
Cops kill little lotto, eat a dick is the motto
Learn the green collision if I don’t make it tomorrow
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