Real Talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
They call me mama
Gotta lotta sons, I don't know who the papa
Dancing on his dick, I'm doing the cha-cha
Top female rapper, I bring all the drama (Pow)
Hydra with the bob, looking like Cleopatra
Viper I can hiss, scaring hoes with my mantra
I'm the new classic, call me Lady Patra
Ain't my way, change partners, Sinatra
I can read you bitches like a book (Like a book)
Once I clock you one by one, you're shook (You're shook)
Why you worrying about me, and how I look?
Bitch I do myself, that's why I always cook
Cook cook cook, Dalla the chef
My music's too loud, got you bitches going deaf
In the game I'm number one, fuck the rest (Fuck 'em)
That bitch talking crazy, cause I am the best
Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Bitches be biting, like they have rabies
After I joke, they crying like babies
Be a real bitch, and act like a lady
Keep using the bus, while I drive my mercedes
My money going blue, like I'm shopping at Tiffany
Flexing these bands, you know I'm Public Enemy
Your man depressed? Baby I could be the remedy
One night stand, there's no need for therapy
Bitches follow me, cause I am the leader (Uh)
They kissing my ass, they're bottom feeders (Uh)
Wishing they could get in my new two seater
Poor shilas, they're the students, I'm the teacher
Perfume I wear, that's aromatic
Men smell me, fall in love automatic (I'm hot)
Can't get enough of this face, they're fanatics
If you got a big dick, meet me at my attic (Muah)
Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again (Eugh)
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan (Sit down)
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk (Yeah)
That's my motherfucking real talk (Ah-ah)
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
They call me mama
Gotta lotta sons, I don't know who the papa
Dancing on his dick, I'm doing the cha-cha
Top female rapper, I bring all the drama (Pow)
Hydra with the bob, looking like Cleopatra
Viper I can hiss, scaring hoes with my mantra
I'm the new classic, call me Lady Patra
Ain't my way, change partners, Sinatra
I can read you bitches like a book (Like a book)
Once I clock you one by one, you're shook (You're shook)
Why you worrying about me, and how I look?
Bitch I do myself, that's why I always cook
Cook cook cook, Dalla the chef
My music's too loud, got you bitches going deaf
In the game I'm number one, fuck the rest (Fuck 'em)
That bitch talking crazy, cause I am the best
Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Bitches be biting, like they have rabies
After I joke, they crying like babies
Be a real bitch, and act like a lady
Keep using the bus, while I drive my mercedes
My money going blue, like I'm shopping at Tiffany
Flexing these bands, you know I'm Public Enemy
Your man depressed? Baby I could be the remedy
One night stand, there's no need for therapy
Bitches follow me, cause I am the leader (Uh)
They kissing my ass, they're bottom feeders (Uh)
Wishing they could get in my new two seater
Poor shilas, they're the students, I'm the teacher
Perfume I wear, that's aromatic
Men smell me, fall in love automatic (I'm hot)
Can't get enough of this face, they're fanatics
If you got a big dick, meet me at my attic (Muah)
Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again (Eugh)
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan (Sit down)
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk (Yeah)
That's my motherfucking real talk (Ah-ah)
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
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Writer(s): Valentine Dalla
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