Lakeyah & Gloss Up – Real Bitch Lyrics

Lakeyah & Gloss Up – Real b!tch Lyrics

Real b!tches back in
I came here to win
You H0es came here to pretend
Imma show you rap H0es how to get y’all sh!t up
Yea

First thing first
(Huh)
I ain’t gotta f*ck a rap n!gga
For a verse
(Not at all)
And I’ll never let a n!gga trick me for a purse
To all you unemployed H0es
Come and get this work
(Work)
You b!tches sleazy
This sh!t way too easy
City love me
I’m putting on like Jeezy
(I’m putting on)
I ain’t asthmatic
But this fit game wheezy
Put these rap H0es on a plate
Just to feed me
I’m getting greedy
I’m big Key
(Yea)
I’m not sweet
I check H0es
(Check ‘em)
Steady sh!tting on these b!tches
Where the Pepto
(Where the Pepto)
Yo n!gga wanna taste
(Huh)
I give ‘em wet nose
(Huh)
Taking b!tch’s n!gga*
H0e, you lucky if he make it home

Real b!tch
(Real b!tch)
Don’t fold
f*ck a n!gga
Get paid
That’s code
(That’s code)
I don’t choose
Bad b!tches get chose
These H0es way too weak
I’m cold

Imma real b!tch
(Real b!tch)
Don’t fold
f*ck a n!gga
Get paid
That’s code
(That’s code)
I don’t choose
Bad b!tches get chose
These H0es way too weak
I’m cold

Imma
Real b!tch
With a real bag
Ayy
Word to Miami
b!tch, I’m real bad
New n!gga
New money
That’s a real brag
I ain’t stuntin no n!gga that I been had

(GLO)
Imma
Real b!tch
You a fake b!tch
Red flag
What you doin’?
Nothin’, sh!t
Makin’ H0es mad
b!tch I just signed with QC
And got a big bag
And finna show you why these ratchet b!tches real gassed
I can take yo n!gga
Like I take his d!ck
He want a dog ass b!tch
Until I show him some tricks
Imma big dog b!tch
Don’t compare me to simps
(Don’t compare me H0e)
My two kids was born rich
Why you work at a temp

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Imma real b!tch
(Real b!tch)
Don’t fold
f*ck a n!gga
Get paid
That’s code
(That’s code)
I don’t choose
Bad b!tches get chose
These H0es way too weak
I’m cold

Imma real b!tch
(Real b!tch)
Don’t fold
f*ck a n!gga
Get paid
That’s code
(That’s code)
I don’t choose
Bad b!tches get chose
These H0es way too weak
I’m cold

My neck
And my wrist
He ain’t gotta check
He ain’t talkin’ bout sh!t
Doggin’ these n!gga*
Every time that I spit
Say he want Lakeyah
I done came up on a lick

Ice out my neck
And my wrist
He ain’t gotta check
He ain’t talkin’ bout sh!t
Doggin’ these n!gga*
Every time that I spit
Say he want Lakeyah
I done came up on a lick
n!gga run me that sh!t