No Features
I'mma real ass nigga I ain't looking for no features
I ain't trying shake no hands I ain't trying to meet ya
If you not one of my rounds I swear to god I'mma treat ya
She caramel with brown hair she might be a keeper
Why is you playing with me boy (Huh) get in yo lane (Right now)
I'm real ass nigga we is not the same
Only real niggas around me dog I don't fuck with lames
We don't shoot from distance so fuck some aim
She fuck with the kid you know she with it
Like who this boy luh jay (Who that) I swear he can get it
She know I'm a dog but want to fuck on a nigga
I be in my own lane nigga I'm too lit
I don't make love I don't kiss bitches on the lips
She love my dimples (Ya) boy she love my drip
I'm young ass nigga that a take rich nigga bitch
You sucka ass nigga you bout get in yo feelings and shit (Ya)
Got yo main hoe on my phone talking bout sucking dick
First time I cracked her nigga it was in the back of the whip (Ya)
The way she swallowed my dick it ain't make no sense
The way she swallowed my dick it ain't make no sense (Ya)
I'm a real ass nigga I ain't looking for no features
I ain't trying shake no hands I ain't trying to meet ya
If you not one of my rounds I swear to god I'm treat ya
She caramel with brown hair she might be a keeper
Why is you playing with me boy (Huh) get in yo lane (Right now)
I'm real ass nigga we is not the same
Only real niggas around me dog I don't fuck with lames
We don't shoot from distance so fuck some aim
I'm hit her one time and then she out my face (That's all)
I got my own bag I ain't looking at the next nigga place
I'm a Scorpio ain't nobody gone put me in my place
It's level to this shit we not in the same race
Boy you broke as fuck who finna listen to what you got to say
I'm still that same nigga from minimum wage and section 8
It's gone be crazy as hell when they let my brother out them gates
Until then nigga fuck the judge and D.E.A
If it ain't about money nigga why you trying conversate
She wanna fuck me raw she wanna have my baby
I got six kids hoe you know you sound crazy
I got six kids hoe you know you sound crazy
I'm a real ass nigga I ain't looking for no features
I ain't trying shake no hands I ain't trying to meet ya
If you not one of my rounds I swear to god I'm treat ya
She caramel with brown hair she might be a keeper
Why is you playing with me boy (Huh) get in yo lane (Right now)
I'm real ass nigga we is not the same
Only real niggas around me dog I don't fuck with lames
We don't shoot from distance so fuck some aim
I ain't trying shake no hands I ain't trying to meet ya
If you not one of my rounds I swear to god I'mma treat ya
She caramel with brown hair she might be a keeper
Why is you playing with me boy (Huh) get in yo lane (Right now)
I'm real ass nigga we is not the same
Only real niggas around me dog I don't fuck with lames
We don't shoot from distance so fuck some aim
She fuck with the kid you know she with it
Like who this boy luh jay (Who that) I swear he can get it
She know I'm a dog but want to fuck on a nigga
I be in my own lane nigga I'm too lit
I don't make love I don't kiss bitches on the lips
She love my dimples (Ya) boy she love my drip
I'm young ass nigga that a take rich nigga bitch
You sucka ass nigga you bout get in yo feelings and shit (Ya)
Got yo main hoe on my phone talking bout sucking dick
First time I cracked her nigga it was in the back of the whip (Ya)
The way she swallowed my dick it ain't make no sense
The way she swallowed my dick it ain't make no sense (Ya)
I'm a real ass nigga I ain't looking for no features
I ain't trying shake no hands I ain't trying to meet ya
If you not one of my rounds I swear to god I'm treat ya
She caramel with brown hair she might be a keeper
Why is you playing with me boy (Huh) get in yo lane (Right now)
I'm real ass nigga we is not the same
Only real niggas around me dog I don't fuck with lames
We don't shoot from distance so fuck some aim
I'm hit her one time and then she out my face (That's all)
I got my own bag I ain't looking at the next nigga place
I'm a Scorpio ain't nobody gone put me in my place
It's level to this shit we not in the same race
Boy you broke as fuck who finna listen to what you got to say
I'm still that same nigga from minimum wage and section 8
It's gone be crazy as hell when they let my brother out them gates
Until then nigga fuck the judge and D.E.A
If it ain't about money nigga why you trying conversate
She wanna fuck me raw she wanna have my baby
I got six kids hoe you know you sound crazy
I got six kids hoe you know you sound crazy
I'm a real ass nigga I ain't looking for no features
I ain't trying shake no hands I ain't trying to meet ya
If you not one of my rounds I swear to god I'm treat ya
She caramel with brown hair she might be a keeper
Why is you playing with me boy (Huh) get in yo lane (Right now)
I'm real ass nigga we is not the same
Only real niggas around me dog I don't fuck with lames
We don't shoot from distance so fuck some aim
Credits
Writer(s): Junior Burnett
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