Rich Boy - Real Mutha f**a lyrics

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Rich Boy - Real Mutha f**a lyrics

[Hook x2:] Daddy ain’t raise no punk, momma ain’t raise no s**a I don’t like fake n***as, cuz I’m a real muthaf**a I’m a real muthaf**a, I’m a real muthaf**a I don’t like fake n***as, cuz I’m a real muthaf**a [Verse 1:] I’m getting bread with some bu*ter, b**h in my cut yes I her Swerving on pump muthaf**a, spin out and burnout some rubber See I can spot undercovers before they catch us and cuff us You p**y n***as 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 sponsored links Too much for the piggy bank, that purple sh** is what I drank A real n***a what you ain’t, so f** you and what you thank [Hook] [Verse 2:] Baby mommas and wifeys ya they know I’m that n***a Police shoot through my name, Ds follow my twitter s**as 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 b**hes 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 n***as for life And at my shows get real usually end up in fights b**h n***as is tripping and my k**ers is itching Favorite room in the mansion it’s probably the kitchen Cops k** little lotto, eat a dick is the motto Learn the green collision if I don’t make it tomorrow [Hook] [Verse 3:] The realest n***as jus popped in it, do it like Pac did it Boxers is showing my pants sag and the Glock in it Cars with no tops with it, these n******gs do not live it Hole in my bottle enjoy the air of that God given Did it for my city, did it for my borough Do it for my n***as in cages and dark tunnels f** what these p**y saying, these n***as is industry Lord I can’t help it I beat ‘em like we was in the street f** all my with my enemies while I’m getting my dick s**ed In Vegas where I’m living like I don’t give one f** Real recognize I got a homie named Rich boy There’s only one mission baby and that’s to get rich boy [Hook]

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