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lirik lagu 4real – larry june

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[chorus: larry june]
i f*cked around and broke my f*cking scale
i f*cked around and bought the b*tch chanel
i f*cked around and missed the f*cking mail
i ain’t rapping, b*tch, i do this sh*t for real
i ain’t rapping, b*tch, i do this sh*t for real
i ain’t rapping, b*tch, i do this sh*t for real

[verse 1: larry june]
why the f*ck you playing with me?
why the f*ck you n*ggas hating?
i can still f*ck your b*tch, ok, that’s probably why they hating
all my cars foreign, i got everything i need
n*gga, f*ck the rap game, got a white b*tch out in brizbain
[/?] when them bricks came
i got a trap house in my whip game
i’m a criminal, i got 6 names
i got a big house in my b*tch name
got a great white in my fish tank
hit the trap first, then i broke the b*tch
then i hit the weed and i switch lanes
in my [?], sipping champagne
and my bust down cost 30k
got a hundred rounds in that big thang
n*gga, f*ck aim, i ain’t gotta aim
took a road trip, with 8 thangs
when i touched down, made h*lla cake
you a f*ck n*gga, we can’t hang
n*gga, t.f.m. be the gang, man
i done sold dope, i done sent hoes
f*ck the radio, they ain’t gotta play me, n*gga
[chorus: larry june]
i f*cked around and broke my f*cking scale
i f*cked around and bought the b*tch chanel
i f*cked around and missed the f*cking mail
i ain’t rapping, b*tch, i do this sh*t for real
i ain’t rapping, b*tch, i do this sh*t for real
i ain’t rapping, b*tch, i do this sh*t for real

[verse 2: derrick coleman]
i’m a g*nius motherf*cker
and the cleanest motherf*cker
[?] my lil brother
til i see my lil brother
f*ck you n*ggas talking ’bout
speaking english, motherf*cker
all they garbage falling out
eat a p*n*s, motherf*cker
i’m the best that ever did this, still doing it [?]
why [?]
[?] still doing it and winning
you know we in the building
when a n*gga in the same strip club throwing money to the ceiling
stood out like i never [?]
i broke the [?]
n*ggas lied when they told me sky was the limit
i keep my eyes on the prize, and the prize was the [?]
[?] high rise, with my eyes on the city
sucka n*gga try, he can die any minute
[?] ride or die [?]
[?] at me now [?]
where i come from, [?]
[?]
[?] spitting that g sh*t like this here, yeah
[chorus: larry june]
i f*cked around and broke my f*cking scale
i f*cked around and bought the b*tch chanel
i f*cked around and missed the f*cking mail
i ain’t rapping, b*tch, i do this sh*t for real
i ain’t rapping, b*tch, i do this sh*t for real
i ain’t rapping, b*tch, i do this sh*t for real

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