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Tyga

Real Or Fake

 

Real Or Fake

(альбом: Black Thoughts Vol. 2 - 2011)


[Verse 1]
Kill a flow cuckoomani, last king and on the daily,
Call a mother fucker, buy the government, but call me crazy!
Yeah I'm on that fucking juice,
Have a sip I'll fuck you later,
Money on my table, pick it up, I'll call it tip the waiter,
Yeah, I'm the first to last, alpha, omega,
I ain't trying to talk, bitch I'm concentrating!
I'm the dopest nigga , word to Ronald Reagan
She don't play no games, she blow me like a Sega.
Hundred thousand on my tax,
Twenty thousand on my tats,
No lie, I've got twelve hundred snapbacks,
Go yard everywhere, bitch I'm ballin,
Young money running shit, you niggas just jogging,
Shoutout Drizzy I'm posted in Toronto,
Ice so bright, diamonds on vinalargo
Uh, wine bottles, Uh barely drunk,
Shades on nigga don't be trying to say what's up!

[Chorus]
Cause you're real or fake, real or fake,
Real or fake, real or fake!
Most bitches, niggas gone be real or fake,
Real or fake, real or fake!
Real or fake, real or fake!
Real or fake, real or fake!
Yeah, real or fake!
Most bitches, niggas gone be real or fake,
Yeah, real or fake, bitch!

[Verse 2]
Hotter then the summer coupe
South beach fountain blue,
Cherry pie leather seats rubies on tomato soup,
German shepherd in my engine, barking at you scary bitches,
Best defense, nigga money kissin?!
Had a couple tickets, I was young into wrestling,
Choke slam a nigga, big show pick 'em.
I'm on my P's and Q's,
I don't ask questions, I figure shit out,
Multiplying decimals,
Son of Hecklin in my denim, lick the bullet like a lizard,
Couldn't see me with a sigma, definately ill autism,
Hard alliance but its Tyga hotter then a fucking iron,
Put that bitch on silent cause she talking like she tiring,
Too much, Uh niggas say they baby mommas love me,
Crazy, I was on a tour with Diddy counting that Ciroc money,
But it's young money, YM hoe,
T Raw go, nigga they know!

[Chorus]
Real or fake, real or fake!
Real or fake, real or fake
Most bitches, niggas gone be real or fake,
Real or fake, real or fake, bitch!
Real or fake, real or fake, bitch!
Real or fake, real or fake, bitch!
Yeah, real or fake!
Most bitches, niggas gone be real or fake,
Yeah, real or fake, bitch!

[Outro]
I ain't got no time!
I ain't got no time!
I ain't got no time!
Stop blowin up my cellphone,
I ain't got no time!
I ain't got no time!
I ain't got no time!
Stop blowing up my cellphone

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