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Really That by Team Eastside D-Nice Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Verse 1: Team Eastside D-Nice]
We don't fabrecate, we [?] we finna drop soon
Call in [?] this ain't ITunes
T-shirt cost 6 bucks, can't pronounce the brand
Past issues happen then, but now I got it in
Business and friends, gotta seperate it in the end
Came back to get it, gotta leave 'em if they keep playing
Can't let 'em slow you up, being broke'll grow you up
Bet you think it's cold as fuck, cause bitch [?] you up
This the streets, you a target if you a sheep
Yeah you a little popular, but you still a freak
Sitting at the table, forgetting how you got a seat
Sware you got a bag, signed to these labels dirt cheep
You talk that shit [?] that's what they need to know
Your big homie calling us for work, and you ain't even know
We been wanted, been a minute since we checked the score
[?] truck full of bad bitches when we left the show
[?] like when your cake long
They wear it like a chain, cause it's a million dollar phone
Gotta get my dawg ten, tell my nigga walk him home
Deeper than you think, so we gotta talk in code
Get money, fuck bitches
Run it up and stay away from fuck niggas
Just looked at me like, labeled me a drug dealer
She might have been right, but my lawyer on the [?]
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
We got work, they [?] if they ain't working
I'm OT [?] with no servis
Fuck bad bitches, but I ain't buying hoes perses
I'm codeine crazy, I drink a 4 when I get thirsty
[?] I'm official to it
[?] I be trippin, who you gon listen to?
I just left the kitchen with [?] too
I just left the [?] shit you can get it too
It's Gucci gang, I been through the rain, now we payed
Mob ties, I done put in work, now [?]
Lil nigga why you [?] you could've got [?]
Niggas from the street, but they be [?], I ain't saying names
All my homeboys, they convicted fellins
All these niggas got it, let these niggas tell it
It's gon [?] let my niggas [?]
Man [?]

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
I'm gifted, I been trippin, [?]
[?] 40 niggas talking
[?] keep it close, [?] niggas toating
[?] on my mama it's just [?]
[?] my main [?]
[?] couple numbers on my chain
Using pain killers, got the whole city moving different
[?] so many boddies [?]
[?]
32 for [?] [?]
[?] I miss him, tell [?] it's still hustling
[?] I still love you, [?]
[?] still stuff 'em, I still feel nothing
Shit get real ugley, [?]
Bitch I'm talking if you steal something
Still coming, free the [?]
Had real money
Niggas that'll kill for me