Q.Z. Tha Leader - Plastics (feat. Young Canon) Lyrics

I rather be at home wit my girl dawg
At least I know everything real
All these bitches up in here got ass shots
I would rather apple tv and chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill chill, chill, chill
That booty ain't real, real, real, real
Real, real, real, we want real

How that ass so big, but yo legs small
Where the cellulite at where the stretch marks
She said squats take too long, too hard
So I went and got a booty from the d.r.
Her instagram popping right now, she a model
Them niggas don't know that ass fake when they follow
That tupperware booty got them niggas on rocko
My bitch non gmo, I prefer natural
If you thick baby celebrate it
Just to get in the game they play operation
I know yo body did a change, and you kinda hate it
But Them titties got big since you had a baby
Girl yo snap back magic, you a fantastic beast, you a savage
And you don't ever gotta cheat to be the baddest
You mean girl, you don't f*ck wit the plastics

I rather be at home wit my girl dawg
At least I know everything real
All these bitches up in here got ass shots
I would rather apple tv and chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill chill, chill, chill
That booty ain't real, real, real, real
Real, real, real, we want real

I like em thick wit a slim waist
Type to back it up and put in ya face
I can tell she been working on that new shape
Cause when she walk her booty talk, ain't nothin fake
Everything real, shawty got a whip appeal,
Lookin like a snack, I'm just tryna make a meal
No ass shots, got a thang for the gym
Say them pilates and designer got her on ten
On fleek, she a stone cold freak
Cellulite on the cheeks, that's real booty meat
Get it right, keep it tight, put Chanel on her feet
Real diamonds on her neck, drip drop, icy oooooh
Like damn what a hater think
She a boss keep real, money in the bank
Ole broke ass hoes can't stand it
You want that fake shit, go to Miami yeah

I rather be at home wit my girl dawg
At least I know everything real
All these bitches up in here got ass shots
I would rather apple tv and chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill chill, chill, chill
That booty ain't real, real, real, real
Real, real, real, we want real

Baby if it's real let me touch it
That booty got stripes like a sergeant
I can tell it's real when I touch it
That booty got dimples and I love it
Baby if it's real let me touch it
Cause you be in the gym doin numbers
I can tell it's real when I touch it
Cause when you drop it down, it be jumpin
Cause when you throw it back, it be jumpin
When you drop it to the floor, it be jumpin
Jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin jumpin
Jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin
Jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin, jumpin
We want real