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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeReal One (Feat. Lil Boosie, Tyga)
[Intro]YeahGive a fuck about ya nigga, babyThat nigga weak[Verse 1: Tyga]Aye baby, you babyThat's some good pussy we can make a new babyFuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room babyI use my tongue, use your mouthwatch your tooth babyDick ain't proper got a lot of bodiesAnd the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbiesBitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?T-Raww whip out, tap out[Pre-Hook: Chris Brown]I got 'em all hooked like drugsAnd all them tryin' to fuck with a young niggaPulled up to the club like whatStraight to V. I. PDouble cuppin' I stay too turned upCause we poppin' bottles in hereBaby I'm just tryin' to party, yeahCause I'm the man of the year[Hook: Chris Brown]I'm tryin' to get a little buzzParty poppin' and a nigga spendin' moneyHope I get fucked upI see your girl lookin' over, at meShe wanna turn upI can tell by the look in her faceThat she ain't happy with you, niggaAnd I can bet that I'm gon' get herAnd I don't, I don't really careif, if you gotta manYou over there starin', at me, at me, yeahGuess your nigga too lame, huh?Girl I bet you want a real one, yeahYou want a real one, yeahYou want a real one[Verse 2: Chris Brown]Girl I know you wanna jump up on it right thereright thereCause everybody in the club gettin' fadedA hundred thousand dollar tabI'mma pay itGirl the party's jumpin', Dj's bumpin' my shit, oh yeahGot everybody in the club lookin' at usI'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shitGirl you givin' me the screw faceI know them bitches hatin' youyeah they two-facedI know he told you not to drink butwhat do you say?I know he tryin' to lock you downlike me and BoosieFuck that nigga, my middle finger upFuck a rap nigga, you just want a singerhuh?I'm with this shit and you love itGo on and twerk some for me[Hook][Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]Turn, turn, turn, turn upStop stuntin' that niggaWe straight I got more money thanthat niggaShe ain't loyal cause he ain't meGo to jail she gon' leave you like them girlsdid meShe want a real one, oh she want someLook at all this money over here, she want someShe ain't thirstyBut when you that bad every chick needbags and pursesScorpio says girl my tongue on her[?] me all day we just press recordTen million in two months, God bless me girlYou over there starin', next me girlThem hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'Them bodies is poppin'she's feelin' the momentShe gotta man, I ain't worried about thatGot a lotta, got a lottagot a lotta respect[Outro: Chris Brown]And I don't, I don't really care ifif you gotta manYou over there starin', at me, at me, yeahGuess your nigga too lame, huh?Girl I bet you want a real one, yeahYou want a real one, yeahYou want a real one
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