Full Lyrics : Quilly Ft. Papoose & Remy Ma - Real One (Remix)

Quilly Ft. Papoose & Remy Ma - Real One (Remix) Lyrics

Back up, chump, ya know Biggie Smalls rips it quick

And kicks it quick, ya know how black n*ggas get

Wit the hoods, fatigues wit the boots wit trees

Smokin’ weed, flippin’ k’s, makin’ crazy G’s

Hittin’ buckshots at n*ggas that open spots

On the avenue–take my loot, and I’m baggin’ ya

Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos

Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose

Damn, a n*gga’s style is unorthodox!

Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks

Just in case a n*gga wanna act out

I just black out, and blow they muthaf**kin’ back out

That’s a real n*gga fo’ ya

She gon’ bust it for a real one

She gon’ pop it, she gon’ jab it for a real one

She said she betta hit another real one

Go put yo bottles in the air if you’re a real one

Streets love me, I’m a real one

Got everybody f**kin’ with me, I’m a real one

Now who the hottest in the city, I’m the real one

Now put yo bottles in the air if you’re a real one

(Remy Ma)

When we smoke spliffs, we pack 4-5ths

Just in case Dread want to riff

He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very

Not yo ordinary: we watch ya get buried

That’s a real n*gga fo’ you

Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip yo lawyer

Spit at the DA, cause f**k what she say

She don’t give a f**k bout yo ass anyway

Up North, bound first stop fo’ the town

Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill

You’ll be a supa Hoover doodoo stain remover

Haha! Yo G, pass the Buddha

She gon’ bust it for a real one

She gon’ pop it, she gon’ jab it for a real one

She said she betta hit another real one

Go put yo bottles in the air if you’re a real one

Streets love me, I’m a real one

Got everybody f**kin’ with me, I’m a real one

Now who the hottest in the city, I’m the real one

Now put yo bottles in the air if you’re a real one

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