LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeShanghai
On a real nigga, I'm a real niggaI run around with them real niggasGot real sons, I need a real sitterWhen I leave niggas, they get real bitterOn a real nigga, I'm a real niggaI'mma run around with them real niggasRoll upon ya, rull upon yaRoll upon ya, rull upon ya8 Mil on that new thing, tied up like my shoe stringAin't fucking with you bitch niggasand that's real rap but I do singMake room when I come by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb highJust heard niggas got jokesIt's a matter of time before one dies'Cause them dudes out and them tools outAll sixes like school's outNiggas know when they talk slickThat I'm winning fresh, they'll get chewed out'Cause them dudes out and them two's outAll sixes like school's outNiggas know when they talk slickThat I'm winning fresh, they'll get chewed outTheir shit ain't regular rich, so they end up in a ditchI'm not a regular bitch, so when niggas see meThey end up on my dickHe not a regular shooter, so when you see me, salute-aAin't got a knife in my handBut I'm choppin' it up with some niggas from cubaOn a real nigga, I'm a real niggaI run around with them real niggasGot real sons, I need a real sitterWhen I leave niggas, they get real bitterOn a real nigga, I'm a real niggaI'mma run around with them real niggasRoll upon ya, rull upon yaRoll upon ya, rull upon yaAsk Jay who he married , 80 thousand in parisStadiums with queen b and that selfie got them aggyThese bitches is light-weight, I'm always at fight-weightWrist game is on ice skate'cause we move work through that tri-state'Cause them boys out, and them toys outStill banging that noise outYou could get it in the winter-timeOr that mayweather like floyd's out'Cause them boys out, and them toys outStill banging that noise outYou could get it in the winter-timeOr that mayweather like floyd's outAll of these bitches in pocket, I'm 'bout to make a depositTell 'em to go 'head and gossipAs long as your house is the size of my closetAnybody I call, they picks upEven if they was gettin' they dicks upThese niggas don't make a mix-uptell 'em niggas go step they bricks upTell 'em niggas go step they bricks up(tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up)On a real nigga, I'm a real niggaI run around with them real niggasGot real sons, I need a real sitterWhen I leave niggas, they get real bitterOn a real nigga, I'm a real niggaI'mma run around with them real niggasRoll upon ya, rull upon yaRoll upon ya, rull upon yaWhen we bang, byePop pills, now we shanghaiWhen we bang, byePop pills, now we shanghaiWhen we bang, byePop pills, now we shanghaiShanghai, shanghai, shanghaiShanghai, shanghai, shanghaiShanghai, shanghai, shanghaiShanghai, shanghai, shanghaiWhen we bang, byePop pills, now we shanghai, yeahWhen we bang, byePop pills, now we shanghai, yeah
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