Real G by B-Real Lyrics
[Verse 1: B-Real]
When I'm on the set, know I get it heated
Got these bitches thirsty, I know how to read it
Flippin' all the pages, number one seller
Keep you flyin' high, you can call it the propeller
They wanna feel what it's like in the center
I know all about it, the glory and the splendor
Of the cameras and the lights and the action
Be the main attraction, the chemical reaction
Want satisfaction? Call Mick Jagger
You see one of mine, you know you wanna
Bag her (Bag her), spend timе with her
You know you wanna get to know her
Trеat her like a queen, wishin' time pass slower
She don't be fuckin' with the squares, she's a circle
She be out the box, but she will never hurt you (Nah)
Yeah, the doctor, he be rollin' with the bad ones
Salty motherfuckers actin' like they never had one, uh
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
B-Boss bitch (Boss), she gon’ work ‘em (Work)
If I need it, she gon’ hold it in her Birkin (Yeah)
Picture perfect, but she better up in person (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Real G, walk in Chanel and get to poppin’ (Poppin’)
Real G, she look back at it when I’m choppin’ (Ooh)
Real G, don’t say a thing, but she watchin’ (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
[Verse 2: Berner]
She says she’ll take the case for me
When she ridin’ dirty
Seventeen mill and I’m in my early thirties
She say please, don’t hurt me, daddy, don’t hurt me
When you on the road, these other hoes be thirsty
Don’t worry, baby girl, I’m cool, she used to pay me
She got your boy covered in jewels, dinner in The Valley
Porsche Truck, shotgun rollin’ up fatties
Get your mind right, girl, I’m in the limelight
When the time right, we gon’ get the vibe right
Sit back and chill on white sand beaches
Cold drink, good weed, a few dime pieces
Bust down, clear stone on my timepieces
It’s burn slow, I think it’s from a hot creepin’, yeah
Girl, give me the neck, Big Bern, I’m vet
Got her panties all wet, yeah
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
B-Boss bitch (Boss), she gon’ work ‘em (Work)
If I need it, she gon’ hold it in her Birkin (Yeah)
Picture perfect, but she better up in person (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Real G, walk in Chanel and get to poppin’ (Poppin’)
Real G, she look back at it when I’m choppin’ (Ooh)
Real G, don’t say a thing, but she watchin’ (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
[Verse 3: Devin The Dude]
A Real G, a real girl in a real-world
Not a fake bitch tryna make shit all hard
On a brother, the thoughts of another
Is null and void, dull and fraud, she not
She hot, she’s got that twat to keep you
Caught in a net, so wet that your forgot
About them other broads, you’ll eat good
You’ll freak good, but if you cheat
You won’t be able to sleep good
A Real G, she thrills me, she fills me
I put it in her so good, she’ll probably kill me
If she found out I was dickin’ the spine
Out of another, the only lover and a friend
That you’ll ever need and she knows that
I smoke weed and she’s cool with it
And she is down with whatever the cause
Even wash a nigga’s dirty drawers
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
B-Boss bitch (Boss), she gon’ work ‘em (Work)
If I need it, she gon’ hold it in her Birkin (Yeah)
Picture perfect, but she better up in person (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Real G, walk in Chanel and get to poppin’ (Poppin’)
Real G, she look back at it when I’m choppin’ (Ooh)
Real G, don’t say a thing, but she watchin’ (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
[Outro: B-Real]
She heals me, do you feel me? (Feel me)
She be letting’ me be the real me
Make you feel free (Free), she’s a Real G
She’s a Real G, She’s a Real G
She heals me, do you feel me? (Feel me)
She be letting’ me be the real me
Make you feel free (Free), she’s a Real G
When I'm on the set, know I get it heated
Got these bitches thirsty, I know how to read it
Flippin' all the pages, number one seller
Keep you flyin' high, you can call it the propeller
They wanna feel what it's like in the center
I know all about it, the glory and the splendor
Of the cameras and the lights and the action
Be the main attraction, the chemical reaction
Want satisfaction? Call Mick Jagger
You see one of mine, you know you wanna
Bag her (Bag her), spend timе with her
You know you wanna get to know her
Trеat her like a queen, wishin' time pass slower
She don't be fuckin' with the squares, she's a circle
She be out the box, but she will never hurt you (Nah)
Yeah, the doctor, he be rollin' with the bad ones
Salty motherfuckers actin' like they never had one, uh
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
B-Boss bitch (Boss), she gon’ work ‘em (Work)
If I need it, she gon’ hold it in her Birkin (Yeah)
Picture perfect, but she better up in person (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Real G, walk in Chanel and get to poppin’ (Poppin’)
Real G, she look back at it when I’m choppin’ (Ooh)
Real G, don’t say a thing, but she watchin’ (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
[Verse 2: Berner]
She says she’ll take the case for me
When she ridin’ dirty
Seventeen mill and I’m in my early thirties
She say please, don’t hurt me, daddy, don’t hurt me
When you on the road, these other hoes be thirsty
Don’t worry, baby girl, I’m cool, she used to pay me
She got your boy covered in jewels, dinner in The Valley
Porsche Truck, shotgun rollin’ up fatties
Get your mind right, girl, I’m in the limelight
When the time right, we gon’ get the vibe right
Sit back and chill on white sand beaches
Cold drink, good weed, a few dime pieces
Bust down, clear stone on my timepieces
It’s burn slow, I think it’s from a hot creepin’, yeah
Girl, give me the neck, Big Bern, I’m vet
Got her panties all wet, yeah
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
B-Boss bitch (Boss), she gon’ work ‘em (Work)
If I need it, she gon’ hold it in her Birkin (Yeah)
Picture perfect, but she better up in person (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Real G, walk in Chanel and get to poppin’ (Poppin’)
Real G, she look back at it when I’m choppin’ (Ooh)
Real G, don’t say a thing, but she watchin’ (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
[Verse 3: Devin The Dude]
A Real G, a real girl in a real-world
Not a fake bitch tryna make shit all hard
On a brother, the thoughts of another
Is null and void, dull and fraud, she not
She hot, she’s got that twat to keep you
Caught in a net, so wet that your forgot
About them other broads, you’ll eat good
You’ll freak good, but if you cheat
You won’t be able to sleep good
A Real G, she thrills me, she fills me
I put it in her so good, she’ll probably kill me
If she found out I was dickin’ the spine
Out of another, the only lover and a friend
That you’ll ever need and she knows that
I smoke weed and she’s cool with it
And she is down with whatever the cause
Even wash a nigga’s dirty drawers
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
B-Boss bitch (Boss), she gon’ work ‘em (Work)
If I need it, she gon’ hold it in her Birkin (Yeah)
Picture perfect, but she better up in person (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Real G, walk in Chanel and get to poppin’ (Poppin’)
Real G, she look back at it when I’m choppin’ (Ooh)
Real G, don’t say a thing, but she watchin’ (Oh, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
[Outro: B-Real]
She heals me, do you feel me? (Feel me)
She be letting’ me be the real me
Make you feel free (Free), she’s a Real G
She’s a Real G, She’s a Real G
She heals me, do you feel me? (Feel me)
She be letting’ me be the real me
Make you feel free (Free), she’s a Real G