4 Real ft. Dough'jay Davon Lyrics

All these blues in my knots, baby, them shits for real

The gold in my watch, baby, this shit's for real

Them killers and them chops, baby, them shits for real

We dont tweet, he get got baby, this shit for real

Yeah, this shit for real

Baby, this shit for real

Yeah, baby, this shit for real

Look, shake that ass for a real one, uh

Baby, show a little somethin', okay

Shake it, make it twerk, baby, okay

Show me what you worth, baby,

Put my log in her mentions

Didn't use her (user)name, so you know my intentions

No password prevention, your bitch tryin' to slide

Sneak link, lil' hoe bitch, let me come inside

Savage we can blame it on your boyfriend

Rockstar, Tommy Lee, call me Jim Morrison

Bus full of groupies, ready to bust it till the tour end

fuck em, kick em off, then we, we bring more in

Christian Dior, that's my drip

GQ got sauce, all this piss on my wrist

Now I'm winnin' they pissed, takin' shots

Bet I hope you don't miss make it' rain when I pitch

Now get nasty, lil' bitch

All these blues in my knots, baby, them shits for real

The gold in my watch, baby, this shit's for real

Them killers and them chops, baby, them shits for real

We dont tweet, he get got, baby, this shit for real

Yeah, this shit for real

Uh, baby, this shit for real

Yeah, baby, this shit for real

All these blues in my knots, baby, them shits for real

Like your ass, lil' baby, my wallet fat as fuck

Since I been stackin' this guap, them haters been mad as fuck

Been a problem, but the solution is just to add it up

It don't matter if they count me out, bitch, I keep countin' up

So much paper, that's why paper, cuts it's the label

Ain't no favors, if you comin', you bringin' some to the table

Yeah, they haters, we ain't famous yet, but they know we gon' make it

Got my weight up, exercisin' from paper chasin'

Yeah, I'm dominant, alpha male that can build up up a bitch confidence

Lotta shit that I been through, but I made it out of it

Never lack, this shit is for real, yeah

Not a act, been a Mack

A Hundred percent authentic, no copycat, copy that

For a fee, it's easy to get you off your feet

For fuckin' with me, I got plenty niggas do it for free

Sweep the streets, these broomsticks will wake your neighbors up out the sleep

This AR a beauty, the owner is a beast, ayy

This shit for real, ain't no fakin' with me

This gold on me real, no fake shit be on me

Grindin' for real, got a lot of places to see

Don't know too many that keep it realer than me

All these blues in my knots, baby, them shit's for real

The gold in my watch, baby, this shit's for real

Them killers and them chops, baby, them shit's for real

We dont tweat he get got, baby, this shit's for real

Yeah, this shit's for real

Uh, baby, this shit's for real

Yeah, baby, this shit's for real