Lakeyah, Gloss Up - Real Bitch lyrics

[Lakeyah, Gloss Up - Real Bitch lyrics]

Real bitches back in i came here to win
You hoes came here to pretend
I'ma show you rap hoes how
To get y'all shit up, yeah

First thing first (Huh?)
I ain't gotta fuck a rap nigga for a verse
(Not at all) and I'll never let a nigga
Trick me for a purse
So all you unemployed hoes
Come and get this work (Work)
You bitches sleazy, this shit way too easy
City love me, I'm puttin' on like Jeezy
(I'm puttin' on)
I ain't asthmatic, but this spit game wheezy
(Hah hah)
Put these rap hoes on a plate just to feed me
I'm getting greedy, I'm big key (yeah)
I'm not sweet, I check hoеs (Check 'em)
Steady shittin' on thеse bitches
Where the Pepto? (Where the Pepto?)
Yo' nigga wanna taste, I give 'em wet nose
(Huh, Huh) taking bitches' niggas, ho
You lucky if he make it home

I'm a, real bitch (Real bitch) , don't fold
Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's code
(That's code)
I don't choose, bad bitches get chose
These hoes way too weak, I'm cold (I'm cold)
I'm a, real bitch (Real bitch) , don't fold
Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's code
(That's code)
I don't choose, bad bitches get chose
These hoes way too weak, I'm cold

I'm a, real bitch with a real bag
Ayy, word to Miami, bitch, I'm real bad
New nigga, new money, that's a real brag
I ain't stuntin' no nigga that I been had

I'm a real bitch you a fake bitch, red flag
(What you doin'?) Nothin', shit
Makin' hoes mad bitch, I just signed with QC
And got a big bag
And finna show you why these
Ratchet bitches real gassed
Watch me take yo' nigga, like I take his dick
He want a dog ass bitch
Until I show him some tricks
I'm a big dog, bitch
Don't compare me to simps
(Don't compare me, ho)
My two kids was born rich
Why you work at a temp?

I'm a, real bitch (Real bitch) , don't fold
Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's code
(That's code)
I don't choose, bad bitches get chose
These hoes way too weak, I'm cold
I'm a, real bitch (Real bitch) , don't fold
Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's code
(That's code)
I don't choose, bad bitches get chose
These hoes way too weak, I'm cold

My neck, and my wrist he ain't gotta check
He ain't talkin' bout shit
Doggin' these niggas 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 shit
Doggin' these niggas every time that I spit
Say he want Lakeyah, I done came up on a lick
Nigga, run me that shit

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