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Ace Hood – The Realist Livin (feat. Rick Ross)
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Ace Hood – The Realist Livin (feat. Rick Ross)

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Длительность: 04:57Формат: MP3Качество: 320 kb/sРазмер: 11.3 MB
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The realest livin'
Woo!

Okay, now Hood off in this motherfucker
Got them niggas all wildin', howlin'
Beast back in this motherfucker
And I'm into this bitch
Don't make me click off in this motherfucker
Better ask them bitches I be swimmin', I'm they distant lover
Wanna have my baby? Trick, you crazy, I keep the rubber
Never ever pay me for no sucka, and I ain't stutter
Ain't none of that bull, I sip Moscato and I'm laid back
That brand new Maserati, inside of it suede black
And the chick I'm with hella thick, just know that I filleted that
I swear that pussy gushy gushy, look, he love to nookie
I'm just a nigga who addicted to this money flow
Ain't nobody on this level, run and tell 'em, foe
That's real shit, I swear my swagger keep an attitude
Pistol on me, homie, he won't show no gratitude
Don't want no problems, let this bust off in your platitude
Standing ovation for the realest nigga in the room

From the day that I was born, up out the womb
Pledge allegiance to keep it real and pay my dues
Honor the mother and the father, death for dishonor
I am my brother's keeper, that's before that mighty dollar

Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
For the realest nigga livin'

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the realest?
They say that God don't fear nobody, I'm His splittin' image
Look in my eyes and see the beast, my kind is wearin' vintage
Chopper on the seat'll have you callin' your religion
Father God, come and bless me, I'm a sinner, man
And all these niggas talkin' tough gon' need a dental plan
Don't make me send them niggas off into that minivan
I ain't no killer, put a thousand on your brother head
That's real shit, you lookin' at the realest livin' though
Only nigga speakin' real, I never sugar coat
Way too many niggas bangin' and they sellin' dope
Don't know a thing about it, I just get my hustle on
Too legit to quit, I went and got my heater chrome
Call that fire my BFF and I don't leave it home
And that's word to my mama, don't want no drama
Loyal to the bone and that's before I seen the commas

From the day that I was born, up out the womb
Pledge allegiance to keep it real and pay my dues
Honor the mother and the father, death for dishonor
I am my brother's keeper, that's before that mighty dollar

Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
For the realest nigga livin'

Smokin' like Harry Potter, my flow keep gettin' hotter
She dancin' to my single, bet she just want a dollar
But I got her, I know she a dog
She know that I'm ballin', she know who the boss
Got the two-door, the four-door, I even get the trucks
Gettin' loot like menudo, mami, I got the bucks
All the killers, they lurkin', I see 'em in the cut
Remember, soon as I point a finger, you gettin' touched
Play with fire, I could get you sent to hell
Angel of death, I could hit her on the cell
Speed dial, double MG
God forgives and I don't, you niggas will see

From the day that I was born, up out the womb
Pledge allegiance to keep it real and pay my dues
Honor the mother and the father, death for dishonor
I am my brother's keeper, that's before that mighty dollar

Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
Standing ovation for the realest nigga livin'
For the realest nigga livin'
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