Future - Realer N Realer (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Future - Realer N Realer (en) Lyrics
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I like to do what I wanna do
I like to play with these bands
I got the money and fame now
My family don't understand, understand
Shit getting realer and realer
Came up on a couple of million
I invest that in some buildings
Look at my money, it tripled
I lost my bro to the system
I lost my bro to a pistol
They tried to take me with him
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it
I'ma give it to my maid
people love to talk about
the money that they make
Nobody wanna talk about the
money that they save
Who am I to talk about it?
I blow money every day
'Cause I know when you die, you can't
take the shit to your grave
Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere,
I don't got no closet space
Versace drawers, my underwear
cost what you make in a week
big shit, expensive
shit, all that shit
12 gauge, hit him, he do backflips
40 hit him and he Michael Jackson
Only wanna fuck one time, baby,
I'm on the fall back shit
Matter fact, you wanna fuck her,
but you on the call back list
But if I hit it already, chances are
I ain't finna call back, bitch
All these tennis chains on,
I kinda feel like a slave
Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci
shirt, I threw it away
I'm so fly to you, I'm high to
you, I take that to the grave
Having a thrill off these pills,
I could OD any day
Shit get realer and triller,
I came up on a lotta M's
Gotta pop on the opps, we shootin'
out soon as we see 'em
Mobbin on the G6's, gon'
be very hard to see him
Turned a stripper to a maid,
bringing Magic to the crib
Seven carats on my ring,
seven carats on my ears
Chopper going off like, "ring, ring"
Got Peedi Crakk, yeah
I got Céline and codeine,
I'm going outta here
Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes,
they put up like souvenirs
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