MellowHype, Travis Bennett - Real Bitch lyrics
[MellowHype, Travis Bennett - Real Bitch lyrics]
I'm tired of these hoes, I need a real bitch
To handle all the things that
I don't wanna deal with
I said I need a real bitch
She buys her own accessories
And her heels sick that's a real bitch
She really wants me alive, but she kills dick
Now that's a real bitch
And I'm a real nigga and we the realest
Fuck real estate, we in the realest state
Counting paper bills behind the bill of gates
Peak out my Left Eye, look at her Chilli face
Could this be TLC, or is it really hate
I need a real bitch, where my bitches at?
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at?
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at?
Yeah, man, a real bitch, she come home
Cook a nice little meal for a nigga
You know I'm saying
A real bitch don't mothafuckin' run
Her mouth and shit, you know what I mean
Real bitches wash the dishes
You know what I mean
Real bitches help out to pay
The bills and shit, you know what I'm saying
Give a nigga a massage when they come
Home from a long day at work
Some real bitch shit
Where my real bitches at?
I need a real bitch who can
Make french toast and suck dick
She's 5'6" with firm tit's
Went to UCLA until she met my dick
You wanted to be a doctor? I bet you did
But, if if was a fit then
You wouldn't be my bitch
Making steak and bacon, that's your job
You stupid trick
Your daddy's rich, indeed, now please
Hit your knees
My dick won't suck it'self, if
It wasn't for my cock
You would have bad health you crave my junk
Kick-box lessons so you won't get pregnant
I pull that bastard out myself
On some real nigga shit
I trap, you suck, and the world fucking spins
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Riding with my bitch and you
Know she hella chill
Coachella, front row, baby girl pop a pill
Show me how you feel, bitch keep it real
Swag
Um, a real bitch, let me see
She gotta have her own swag
Which means she's setting trends for
All the bitches out there, i see you
Um, a real bitch
She has to have her own mothafuckin' vehicle
And of course she paying for that
Motherfucker cause she a real bitch
You know what I'm saying
She handle her own business
A real bitch don't play no games at all
Don't say no names (Where my bitches at?)
Don't say no pillowtalk up
In this motherfucker (Where my bitches at?)
Wolf Gang needs real bitches, swag
(Where my bitches at?)
And a real bitch gotta know how
To roll my weed up
To handle all the things that
I don't wanna deal with
I said I need a real bitch
She buys her own accessories
And her heels sick that's a real bitch
She really wants me alive, but she kills dick
Now that's a real bitch
And I'm a real nigga and we the realest
Fuck real estate, we in the realest state
Counting paper bills behind the bill of gates
Peak out my Left Eye, look at her Chilli face
Could this be TLC, or is it really hate
I need a real bitch, where my bitches at?
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at?
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at?
Yeah, man, a real bitch, she come home
Cook a nice little meal for a nigga
You know I'm saying
A real bitch don't mothafuckin' run
Her mouth and shit, you know what I mean
Real bitches wash the dishes
You know what I mean
Real bitches help out to pay
The bills and shit, you know what I'm saying
Give a nigga a massage when they come
Home from a long day at work
Some real bitch shit
Where my real bitches at?
I need a real bitch who can
Make french toast and suck dick
She's 5'6" with firm tit's
Went to UCLA until she met my dick
You wanted to be a doctor? I bet you did
But, if if was a fit then
You wouldn't be my bitch
Making steak and bacon, that's your job
You stupid trick
Your daddy's rich, indeed, now please
Hit your knees
My dick won't suck it'self, if
It wasn't for my cock
You would have bad health you crave my junk
Kick-box lessons so you won't get pregnant
I pull that bastard out myself
On some real nigga shit
I trap, you suck, and the world fucking spins
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Riding with my bitch and you
Know she hella chill
Coachella, front row, baby girl pop a pill
Show me how you feel, bitch keep it real
Swag
Um, a real bitch, let me see
She gotta have her own swag
Which means she's setting trends for
All the bitches out there, i see you
Um, a real bitch
She has to have her own mothafuckin' vehicle
And of course she paying for that
Motherfucker cause she a real bitch
You know what I'm saying
She handle her own business
A real bitch don't play no games at all
Don't say no names (Where my bitches at?)
Don't say no pillowtalk up
In this motherfucker (Where my bitches at?)
Wolf Gang needs real bitches, swag
(Where my bitches at?)
And a real bitch gotta know how
To roll my weed up