Jayson Cash, Kalan.FrFr - For Real lyrics
Kalan Montgomery [L.A., California. USA.]
[Jayson Cash, Kalan.FrFr - For Real lyrics]
Yeah, yeah
Slide up beside you and put that game on you
Take off your necklace and put
My chain on you
That nigga you fuckin' don't do
The same for you
That's 'cause that nigga you fuckin' was
Way too lame for you, shame on you
You know I got the shit that you missin'
Though but you scared, 'cause it's gon'
Have you in your feelings, oh
I know, and it's a fact that it's gon' happen
From the cologne to the fashion to
The way that I be rappin'
It's, like, impossible to avoid
That's why your friends all in your
Ear talkin' 'bout the boy
It's hard to see you shine
With a nigga that's lit
'Cause they got a nigga too
But that nigga ain't this uh, not at all
Flyer than a motherfucker
Supreme to my drawers
East side boy, so when I'm off the alcohol
I'ma hit that shit from the
Window to thе wall
When I can't sleep, bae, I can't think 'bout
Nothin' elsе but you
It's so strange 'cause they so lame and
Somehow you still in, though
With these niggas that can't
Keep you in your place it's all on your face
They don't thug you like I thug you (yeah)
Two in the mornin', I put that thang on you
Hand on your neck
You think I'ma strangle you
Yeah, you know I got a thing for you
There ain't no nigga on the planet that's
Gon' make you feel the same, do you
Understand what you dealing with?
'Cause, shit
You dealin' with a nigga that done
Went and got his shit together
That went and got his bag right
And you ain't even gotta ask, before you do
I probably bought it twice
'Cause I love to see you with that shit on
Casamigos make you take that shit off
And I'ma have you sleepin' in my t-shirt
I know you gotta work
But I'ma make you wanna call off
You should let me put it on you
With your fine ass
You should let me pour this Carlos
Rossi in your wine glass know it's good now
But it get better as the time pass
Tell me how you feelin' me to
Know just where your mind at
When I can't sleep, bae, I can't think 'bout
Nothin' else but you
It's so strange 'cause they so lame and
Somehow you still in, though
With these niggas that can't
Keep you in your place it's all on your face
They don't thug you like I thug you (No, no)
Slide up beside you and put that game on you
Take off your necklace and put
My chain on you
That nigga you fuckin' don't do
The same for you
That's 'cause that nigga you fuckin' was
Way too lame for you, shame on you
You know I got the shit that you missin'
Though but you scared, 'cause it's gon'
Have you in your feelings, oh
I know, and it's a fact that it's gon' happen
From the cologne to the fashion to
The way that I be rappin'
It's, like, impossible to avoid
That's why your friends all in your
Ear talkin' 'bout the boy
It's hard to see you shine
With a nigga that's lit
'Cause they got a nigga too
But that nigga ain't this uh, not at all
Flyer than a motherfucker
Supreme to my drawers
East side boy, so when I'm off the alcohol
I'ma hit that shit from the
Window to thе wall
When I can't sleep, bae, I can't think 'bout
Nothin' elsе but you
It's so strange 'cause they so lame and
Somehow you still in, though
With these niggas that can't
Keep you in your place it's all on your face
They don't thug you like I thug you (yeah)
Two in the mornin', I put that thang on you
Hand on your neck
You think I'ma strangle you
Yeah, you know I got a thing for you
There ain't no nigga on the planet that's
Gon' make you feel the same, do you
Understand what you dealing with?
'Cause, shit
You dealin' with a nigga that done
Went and got his shit together
That went and got his bag right
And you ain't even gotta ask, before you do
I probably bought it twice
'Cause I love to see you with that shit on
Casamigos make you take that shit off
And I'ma have you sleepin' in my t-shirt
I know you gotta work
But I'ma make you wanna call off
You should let me put it on you
With your fine ass
You should let me pour this Carlos
Rossi in your wine glass know it's good now
But it get better as the time pass
Tell me how you feelin' me to
Know just where your mind at
When I can't sleep, bae, I can't think 'bout
Nothin' else but you
It's so strange 'cause they so lame and
Somehow you still in, though
With these niggas that can't
Keep you in your place it's all on your face
They don't thug you like I thug you (No, no)