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Real Talk (feat. HoodFamous Tae) [Special Version] Video (MV)






Sylvy - Real Talk (feat. HoodFamous Tae) [Special Version] Lyrics
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Got some money now I bring them bands out
Got some money now I bring the bands out
F*ck a nigga, nigga ask for handouts
This the highest that shit go?
Got some money, wit' that shit
Got some money now I bring the bands out
Cause I'm wit' that shit, cause I'm wit' that shit
If a nigga really play I ain't wit' that shit
If a nigga really play I ain't wit' that shit
Got some money now I bring the bands out
F*ck these niggas niggas ask for handouts
Man I gotta get this shit by any means
Two two three bullets for the enemies
Niggas talking like they really want the smoke
Chopper like a bitch yeah it's finna blow
In the streets nigga yeah my heart be cold
Ion f*ck wit' Slick cause that nigga told
Ion f*ck wit' Nick cause that nigga fold
These niggas be acting like bitches
Run up that bag and I run to the riches
I keep a glock and I'm throwing them sticks in
I know some niggas they turn to some snitches
Ion f*ck wit' niggas these niggas fake
Bitch I'm whippin' up the crack selling cocaine
Bitch I keep the semi automatic nigga aim
I know some niggas they not bout' it
I know some niggas they tellin' and shit
I bought a house I was selling them bricks
Niggas be leaching and acting like ticks
Got three bands and it's right on my chest
My diamonds be VV's they lookin' too wet
I can't f*ck wit' that bitch cause that bitch lookin' pressed
You wearin' fake diamonds nigga tryna impress
My diamonds be wet wet like a sea ship
I remember when they said I want ever be shit
Got the drum and the dick that's a see through clip
I had some grams and it turned to a zip
First gun was a nine milli
Second gun was a AR five five six
Young nigga don't play cause I'm wit' that shit
And you tryna run off you get fa fa quick
Bitch
Phsswhoo
One day I'm ride in that coup
Cop an Audi ima ride in that cool
Yeah I'm chilling like, Ice Cube
Man these niggas be tricks man these niggas be flips like flops
Bitch I'm at the tippity top
I ain't worried bout' you I ain't worried bout' him, her ima go get to the guap
Niggas really in they feelings cause they see me in the future gettin' millions and that's true
Nigga focus on yourself you could prolly gain some wealth
Why ya always gotta act brand new
I ain't even gotta ride
Call a couple homies up, yeah they bout' to slide
Gettin' way too easy I ain't even gotta try
Couple of people I'm bringing wit' me while I rise
Ima get one Patek, silver
Fly City merch it gon' ship, deliver
Honestly they ain't never see the vision but now it's twenty twenty so a nigga see it clearer
I can never hang wit' a low class
Actin' like he got bank but no cash
Ion need to think cause I know that
One word for ya bitch that's meditate
Like everyday cause ya need it
Bitch I'm wit' the team undefeated
Started from the bottom where the feet is
Ain't no in between, no cleavage
Ion even see what you seeing
Ion believe in what you believe in cause you doin' shit for no reason
Bitch you tired, why you f*ckin' sleeping?
I'm recieving numbers they repeating
I gotta bitch she wanna ride a nigga just like a bike
I gotta flow nigga and you know that shit be too tight
I got them J's on my feet nigga and they be Mike
I shot a nigga like film and they calling me Spike
I got the water on my neck nigga talkin' bout' ice
She gon' give me the head nigga something like lice
And bitch I'm dripping the sauce and I'm lookin' too nice
She wanna f*ck wit' a nigga but I give her one night
I'm in the studio eleven seventeen
I pull up on a nigga, I give em' seventeen
I'll make a nigga a vegetable like a green bean
I got the glock wit' the red dot, infrared beam
These niggas wanna listen but they never hear me
Bitch I'm a real nigga ain't no f*ckin' fear in me
I was f*ckin' trappin' in the corner of the damn street
I was f*ckin' sleeping on the floor wit' nothin' to eat
Bitch
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Got some money now I bring them bands out
Got some money now I bring the bands out
F*ck a nigga, nigga ask for handouts
This the highest that shit go?
Got some money, wit' that shit
Got some money now I bring the bands out
Cause I'm wit' that shit, cause I'm wit' that shit
If a nigga really play I ain't wit' that shit
If a nigga really play I ain't wit' that shit
Got some money now I bring the bands out
F*ck these niggas niggas ask for handouts
Man I gotta get this shit by any means
Two two three bullets for the enemies
Niggas talking like they really want the smoke
Chopper like a bitch yeah it's finna blow
In the streets nigga yeah my heart be cold
Ion f*ck wit' Slick cause that nigga told
Ion f*ck wit' Nick cause that nigga fold
These niggas be acting like bitches
Run up that bag and I run to the riches
I keep a glock and I'm throwing them sticks in
I know some niggas they turn to some snitches
Ion f*ck wit' niggas these niggas fake
Bitch I'm whippin' up the crack selling cocaine
Bitch I keep the semi automatic nigga aim
I know some niggas they not bout' it
I know some niggas they tellin' and shit
I bought a house I was selling them bricks
Niggas be leaching and acting like ticks
Got three bands and it's right on my chest
My diamonds be VV's they lookin' too wet
I can't f*ck wit' that bitch cause that bitch lookin' pressed
You wearin' fake diamonds nigga tryna impress
My diamonds be wet wet like a sea ship
I remember when they said I want ever be shit
Got the drum and the dick that's a see through clip
I had some grams and it turned to a zip
First gun was a nine milli
Second gun was a AR five five six
Young nigga don't play cause I'm wit' that shit
And you tryna run off you get fa fa quick
Bitch
Phsswhoo
One day I'm ride in that coup
Cop an Audi ima ride in that cool
Yeah I'm chilling like, Ice Cube
Man these niggas be tricks man these niggas be flips like flops
Bitch I'm at the tippity top
I ain't worried bout' you I ain't worried bout' him, her ima go get to the guap
Niggas really in they feelings cause they see me in the future gettin' millions and that's true
Nigga focus on yourself you could prolly gain some wealth
Why ya always gotta act brand new
I ain't even gotta ride
Call a couple homies up, yeah they bout' to slide
Gettin' way too easy I ain't even gotta try
Couple of people I'm bringing wit' me while I rise
Ima get one Patek, silver
Fly City merch it gon' ship, deliver
Honestly they ain't never see the vision but now it's twenty twenty so a nigga see it clearer
I can never hang wit' a low class
Actin' like he got bank but no cash
Ion need to think cause I know that
One word for ya bitch that's meditate
Like everyday cause ya need it
Bitch I'm wit' the team undefeated
Started from the bottom where the feet is
Ain't no in between, no cleavage
Ion even see what you seeing
Ion believe in what you believe in cause you doin' shit for no reason
Bitch you tired, why you f*ckin' sleeping?
I'm recieving numbers they repeating
I gotta bitch she wanna ride a nigga just like a bike
I gotta flow nigga and you know that shit be too tight
I got them J's on my feet nigga and they be Mike
I shot a nigga like film and they calling me Spike
I got the water on my neck nigga talkin' bout' ice
She gon' give me the head nigga something like lice
And bitch I'm dripping the sauce and I'm lookin' too nice
She wanna f*ck wit' a nigga but I give her one night
I'm in the studio eleven seventeen
I pull up on a nigga, I give em' seventeen
I'll make a nigga a vegetable like a green bean
I got the glock wit' the red dot, infrared beam
These niggas wanna listen but they never hear me
Bitch I'm a real nigga ain't no f*ckin' fear in me
I was f*ckin' trappin' in the corner of the damn street
I was f*ckin' sleeping on the floor wit' nothin' to eat
Bitch
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