L.E.$.

L.E.$. - Real Nigga Flow / 98 Shit

rate me

Real nigga, trill nigga, polo fuck that hell figure

Lean sipper, wood wheel gripper

Got a man but I still hit her

Stay high but I come down, pop the trunk got shows around

Make the bopping hoes come around

That paint wet, I let it dry

Drive up in that pussy hoe, ain’t dealing with a rookie bro

‘Sace shades can’t see my soul, I’m swinging bitch but I got the drough

Money made, them niggas mad

On my dick, them niggas fast

Life is good my bitches bad,

No roof here, I drop the rack

Popping tag, I’m pretty maine

Gucci bucket I don’t drop my fame

Gold chain and a gold watch

I goes in and I don’t stop

Did it before I’ma do it again

Sticking out more than a nigga could spend

Bust me a nut then I’m fucking her friend

Bout to go in, bout to go in

Touch down, my shit clean, drop ten, I drop screens

Eyes full of that vizine, chain shining like a high bling

Bout to let my nuts hang, from go gank to self made

I’m coming up that west tumble

With 10 thous on my chain

Just saying, just saying, chrome d’s I’m just skating

Niggas say I don’t go hard

Don’t mind em, they just hating

They beg franklins, they just bitches

I got more, I want printed

I got hoes, main too many

My main say I’m too friendly

But I love them, they love me

Got 2, sometimes 3

I get high, they get fucked,

I grind hard, this ain’t luck

That fat pair in my dick, that big mo in my cup

I ride clean like ... them boys know I’m screwed up

Take a look deep in my mind, see what you find

Told you I’m one of a kind

Pulling, ... maybe they want me...

Stop the allign, maybe a nigga should act

They ain’t respecting the facts, I’m taking that back

Maybe it’s something I lack, cause I get pushed to the back

Could really believe, we do this shit out of faith

Praying someone could relate to shit that I make

Promises gave me so fake, feel I’m surrounded by snakes

She gotta shake, now that I’m getting so close

But I’m still feeling so far enough

They know who I are, putting my life in my bars

Taking the shot for the stars

Landed, feel like I’m stranded, right where I wanted

Just how I planned it

Sometimes I’m lost, and don’t understand it

But I’m a soldier, and I can stand it

Taken for granted, but not for long

Up in this road I feel all alone

Taking my thoughts, I put them to songs

Hoping the stress don’t let me too strong

Liquor and weed, funny I feel this is all that I need

Spul possessed my spirit gonn bleed

Die by the code and live by the creed

Tryina get to something that I never had

It’s just my thoughts, before the pen hit the pad.

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