Real Niggas by Timothy Collis Lyrics

Pick and choose, pick and choose
They chose me? Ha nigga you lose
Top off that's how I cruise
Kill a nigga if he don't pay his dues
Everybody trying be something they can't be
Bum niggas thinking that they can see me
I'm real I am the truth
I work that tone like a tanning booth
Got phat bitches, buffie carruth
Talk shit then cop a duece
Niggas be shaky ain't that the truth
Uhhhhhhh, Rick Ross grunt
Uhhhhhh, Rick Ross blunt
My team? Can't fuck with us
Race to the money, left you in the dust
Got ya girl, she bouta cum
Making love faces with her bottom up
She gave me head on ya side of the bed
Scratching me up, is you ready yet
Made her cum, left the sheets wet
Put on my shoes, made moves and hopped on the jet