At Least I Think It's Real
Ooh, yo, yo (Nash Effect)
Oh, ayy, yeah, yo, uh, yeah
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Make that shit back, kid, it's easy to me
Think she for the streets, but the streets been ghost
I throw that shit for fun, she thinks she teasing me
Wi-Fi on the plane, she gon' call before she land
Super-duper car, red key in the Jeep
I'm a fast car appraiser, blue 30 popper
M boxes in Hollywood, live at the Roxy
No ho know my government, I'm Tune, I be with Scotty
Mash-off papi, I screech in the street
No more heart left 'cause I'm feedin' the beast
Real hellraiser, back when we just take shit
I'm forever blessed like Memphis Bleek, Jehovah's favorite
I cut niggas off 'cause I know banks don't cover favorites
Ayy, ayy, ooh
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's-, ooh
At least I think that's it real
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Make that shit back, kid, it's easy to me
Think she for the streets, but the streets been ghost
I throw that shit for fun, she thinks she teasing me
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I throw that shit for fun, she thinks she teasing me
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ayy, yeah (Nash Effect)
Tatted on your face, so I know that it's real
Oh, ayy, yeah, yo, uh, yeah
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Make that shit back, kid, it's easy to me
Think she for the streets, but the streets been ghost
I throw that shit for fun, she thinks she teasing me
Wi-Fi on the plane, she gon' call before she land
Super-duper car, red key in the Jeep
I'm a fast car appraiser, blue 30 popper
M boxes in Hollywood, live at the Roxy
No ho know my government, I'm Tune, I be with Scotty
Mash-off papi, I screech in the street
No more heart left 'cause I'm feedin' the beast
Real hellraiser, back when we just take shit
I'm forever blessed like Memphis Bleek, Jehovah's favorite
I cut niggas off 'cause I know banks don't cover favorites
Ayy, ayy, ooh
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's-, ooh
At least I think that's it real
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Make that shit back, kid, it's easy to me
Think she for the streets, but the streets been ghost
I throw that shit for fun, she thinks she teasing me
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I throw that shit for fun, she thinks she teasing me
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ayy, yeah (Nash Effect)
Tatted on your face, so I know that it's real
Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Lawson-stribling, William Keating, Lc Camel Jr
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