Waka Flocka - Real Nigga Love lyrics
rate meft. Too Short
Break your back, bitch
That what them real niggas like
Mollies in my liquor, prescription pills, and weed
That’s a real nigga drug
Show some pussy, make a real nigga throw it up
Throw it up, show some love
Just because you a bad bitch
Just because you on your grind, girl
I respect everything you do
Work, mama, work, mama, work, mama
Get them bad hoe
Work, mama, work, mama
Stick ‘em grand, hoe
We call eye contact, I walked up on her
Like girl, you got one bright future
I’m a boyfriend’s nightmare, Freddy Krueger
Pussy good so I bust it with a bucket bag,…
Beat the pussy like…boom, boom, boom
Get low like some water waves
Got these squares on my sun coat now my pepper straight
Bitch, I got work on lay away
Bitch, I got work on Labor Day
Mollies in my liquor, prescription pills, and weed
That’s a real nigga drug
I got all the bad bitches, I got all the real niggas
Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club
She don’t want a skirt, she want that real nigga love
She give me mouth in the tub
Then she walk down, kiss you like what?
Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club
Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?
Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?
Eyes big like Kermit The Frog’s
On the mollies with them bars
Always chilling it, hanging with stars
Kush don’t come in a bag, they come in jars
She came four times, that’s a party
Ass so big you can see from far
No bar, had the party in the backseat of my car
And you got VIP tickets
Pussy knee deep in it
Cut my hands, throw my feet in it
Fall asleep in it, might pass out in it
Going hard like the knife in it, spend the night in it
Mollies in my liquor, prescription pills, and weed
That’s a real nigga drug
I got all the bad bitches, I got all the real niggas
Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club
She don’t want a skirt, she want that real nigga love
She give me mouth in the tub
Then she walk down, kiss you like what?
Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club
Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?
Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?
I’mma throw a party at her momma house
Her momma fine, I’mma put it in her momma mouth
Sure dog, I stay with the hoes
But never in my life would I stay with a hoe
I’m on the go, mid weather, summer, or snow
Popping pills and these bitches want blow
Whatever I gotta do to get the party started
The bitch never stop once the party started
Up all night doing hella shit
When she came up in clothes she was hella big
Bigger jogger than me on TMZ
And if you see that shit, boy, I was hella lit
She said, “Why they call you Short? You got hella dick”
If you ain’t sucking on it, bitch, it’s irrelevant
She started sucking me up for the hell of it
I busted in the face of that pretty little yellow bitch
Mollies in my liquor, prescription pills, and weed
That’s a real nigga drug
I got all the bad bitches, I got all the real niggas
Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club
She don’t want a skirt, she want that real nigga love
She give me mouth in the tub
Then she walk down, kiss you like what?
Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club
Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?
Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?
