Really Dem ft. Bobby Woody Lyrics

Bitch, I'm really her

Bitch, I'm really her

Give me all your money cause I earned it

Put me on a track because I burnt it

Got some paper cuts

My fingers hurting

Your favorite rapper in the ER

I'm the surgeon

They just want a copy with the side eye

Cause I'm working

Do you know where your nigga at

Cause he been lurking

Baddest in the city, baby

I know that for certain

Bitch, I'm really her

And him

I do what I want

Me and all my friends

We be rolling up

Higher than a blimp

Fuck with me, you stuck

Something like a pimp

Something like a

Call me in the evening if you need that

We been working like we making beeswax

Believe that

Gold piece on my wrist

It cost a three-piece

Ain't proud of the fiscal

But you see that

Young nigga and I been proud to be black

Got to be more than outside to get where we at

I just dropped my tickets and that's where your girl gon' be at

Your show looking like John Cena

I ain't see that

Uh

Uh

I'm really him

Whole team want rings, so I'm going for the win

For the past ten, a nigga been going in

For the next ten, I ain't slowing down for shit

God damn

Bitch, I'm really her

I ain't ever sleeping cause I'm working

Got a couple sons of bitches nursing

Up against whoever, I'ma murk them

All you niggas soft, you niggas Jergens

All your niggas tired, no detergent

Broke a couple hearts, some niggas hurting

When I'm off the liquor, I be flirting

Bitch, I'm really her

You know I'ma lay low

They ain't making money

That's that play doh

Hardest in the city cause I say so

Now I'm waving to my haters like I'm Maino

Bitch, I'm really her