Bài hát Real One Báo Lỗi

[Intro]

Yeah

Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby

That nigga weak


[Verse 1: Tyga]

Aye baby, you baby

That's some good pussy we can make a new baby

Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby

I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby

Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies

And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies

Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?

T-Raww whip out, tap out


[Pre-Hook: Chris Brown]

I got 'em all hooked like drugs

And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga

Pulled up to the club like what

Straight to V.I.P

Double cuppin' I stay too turned up

Cause we poppin' bottles in here

Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah

Cause I'm the man of the year


[Hook: Chris Brown]

I'm tryin' to get a little buzz

Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money

Hope I get fucked up

I see your girl lookin' over, at me

She wanna turn up

I can tell by the look in her face

That she ain't happy with you, nigga

And I can bet that I'm gon' get her

And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man

You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah

Guess your nigga too lame, huh?

Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah

You want a real one, yeah

You want a real one


[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

Girl I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there

Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded

A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it

Girl the party's jumpin', DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah

Got everybody in the club lookin' at us

I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit

Girl you givin' me the screw face

I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah they two-faced

I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?

I know he tryin' to lock you down like me and Boosie

Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up

Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?

I'm with this shit and you love it

Go on and twerk some for me


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]

Turn, turn, turn, turn up

Stop stuntin' that nigga

We straight I got more money than that nigga

She ain't loyal cause he ain't me

Go to jail she gon' need me like [?]

She want a real one, oh she want some

Look at all this money over here, she want some

She ain't thirsty

But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses

Scorpio says girl my tongue on her

[?] me all day we just press record

Ten million in two months, God bless me girl

You over there starin', next me girl

Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'

Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment

She gotta man, I ain't worried about that

Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect


[Outro: Chris Brown]

And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man

You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah

Guess your nigga too lame, huh?

Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah

You want a real one, yeah

You want a real one