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Versuri Nine Vicious – 4Real lyrics

[Intro]
(I–)
Slatt
(Haha, niggas crazy) Hahaha
(I’m with you—, yeah)
(I’m with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
What? (For real, oh)
Take me, baby
Take me, for real (Oh)
Let’s go
Let’s vibe, let’s vibe (Ooh)
What? What? What? What? (For real)

[Chorus]
No, I can’t love no hoes (Say what?), I just love this money (What? What?)
No, I can’t love that thot, I just love my honey (Love my honey)
I’m tryna fuck that bitch, make that pussy runny (Make that pussy runny)
I’m tryna fuck that bitch, It’s wet, that pussy runny (Make that pussy runny)

[Verse 1]
I got the blick on me, shawty, I ain’t even gon’ do no clutchin’ (Do no clutchin’)
I fuck on that bitch from the side, she ain’t even from my country (From my country)
I fucked the lil’ bitch from the side, she ain’t even from my country (From my country)
Shе givin’ that motherfuckin’ head, she likе when a nigga be bussin’ (Be bussin’)
Free Baby Murder (What?), free 27 (Slatt)
Your lil’ bitch finna fuck me, talkin’ ‘bout you a lil’ peasant (You, yeah)
You better pick your side ‘cause I’ll shoot a blick, I ain’t stressin’ (Stressin’, what? What?)
Why you telllin’ them lies? Telllin’ them lies to daddy (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
I’m tryna fuck on her thighs ‘cause I know that you ready (Fuck on her thighs, from me, oh)
She wanna have fun, wanna ride, talkin’ ‘bout, „Lil’ Nine, are you ready?” („Lil’ Nine, are you ready?” Oh)
I got the money online, in real life come so bready (Come so bready)
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout what you sayin’ (Ah), I don’t give a fuck ‘bout a rat (Say what?)
‘Cause I (What?), baby, you already know that I’m for real (Ah, ah, Ooh)
Real high, baby, I’m for real (What? Me)

[Chorus]
No, I can’t love no hoes (Say what?), I just love this money (What? What?)
No, I can’t love that thot, I just love my honey (Love my honey)
I’m tryna fuck that bitch, make that pussy runny (Make that pussy runny)
I’m tryna fuck that bitch, It’s wet, that pussy runny (Make that pussy runny)

[Verse 2]
I’m tryna tell you the truth (What?), I ain’t tryna lie to you (What?)
That pussy bald headed, it’s some’ like Caillou (Some’ like Caillou)
He’s a fed, he’s a rat, I do not doubt you (You a rat)
I get money, I got racks, I damn near can buy you (Nigga, what?)
I keep a white bitch, so nice, she go to BYU (What?)
She finna open her mouth right now, put dick in her just like food (What?)
Just like a tool box, I open the box, gotta grab my tool (Boop-boop-boop)
My OG, he bangin’ the Blood, yeah, that nigga be bool (Blatt, blitt, on God)

[Refrain]
I’m so for real and I’m so for real and I’m so for real (Say what? Say what?)
I’m so (What? What?), I’m so, (Oh, what? What? What?)
I’m so, baby (Say what? What?), I’m so, baby, I’m so for real (Ooh)
I’m so for real (Real, oh yeah), I’m so for real (Ooh, oh yeah), I’m so for real (What? Say what? Woo-hoo, say what?)
(What? What? What? Yeah, slatt)
Slatt, slatt

[Verse 3]
I told these niggas, „Stop playin’ with me”, bitch, they know I’m the best (Talk to ‘em, Nine)
Give me my money, give me my money, yeah, give me my check (What? Say what?)
These labels better give me money, better give me racks (Give me them racks, you better give me them racks)
Bitch, I’m worth a mil’ and on God, I can stand on that (Say what?)

[Outro]
(I–)
(For real, oh)
(Ooh, real, oh-oh)