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Young Nudy – Barbecue lyrics
[Chorus]
I'm a real street nigga for real
I'ma get the money, yeah for real
Your ho wanna fuck her in the crib
I wanna slap meat on her grill
I just wanna be the king of the hill
Big slimeball, yeah I be for real
Y'all niggas was not for real
I am the realest of the realest
I just be really killin'
I just be really havin' digits
I be gettin' all the bitches
I be fuckin' all the bitches
I got all your bitches
All these bitches on my dick
I can't help this shit, hoes having fits

[Verse 1]
All this money that I'm getting
Niggas hatin', say I'm havin' counterfeits
All these blue hundreds, all this rap money
Nigga think I'm selling bricks
But I got all this shit
You can have all this shit
Hundred rounds drums in it
You can have all this shit
I got more money motherfucker
Hell nah, ain't worryin' 'bout a bitch
Can't get no money motherfucker
'Cause you're 'round here worryin' 'bout a bitch
I got your bitch on my dick
Worryin' 'bout me, worryin' 'bout your bitch
Big money, big shit
Say I'm havin' counterfeit
Real blue hundred, bitch
Nigga you can check the strip
Playin', you would get stripped
Niggas slime set trip
I'll shoot him off the rip
Nigga playin', get flipped
I just be flippin' my money
Came up from the block, servin' these junkies
Niggas ain't gettin' no money


[Chorus]
I'm a real street nigga for real
I'ma get the money, yeah for real
Your ho wanna fuck her in the crib
I wanna slap meat on her grill
I just wanna be the king of the hill
Big slimeball, yeah I be for real
Y'all niggas was not for real
I am the realest of the realest
I just be really killin'
I just be really havin' digits
I be gettin' all the bitches
I be fuckin' all the bitches
I got all your bitches
All these bitches on my dick
I can't help this shit, hoes having fits

[Verse 2]
A young nigga like me came from apartments, wasn't shit, yeah
Now everywhere I go double cup and I keep a bad bitch
Hoes wanna hate, hoes wanna hate, guess what, fuck you bitch
You had the chance, be with the man, now I treat you like shit
Now I don't show no love
Dirty lil' bitch can't get nothin' but this dick
All this goddamn money all these hoes, all these hoes ain't shit
I know how it go
Fuck for the money, been known the hoe ain't shit
Nah I don't care for these hoes
Everywhere I go, treat these hoes like shit


[Chorus]
I'm a real street nigga for real
I'ma get the money, yeah for real
Your ho wanna fuck her in the crib
I wanna slap meat on her grill
I just wanna be the king of the hill
Big slimeball, yeah I be for real
Y'all niggas was not for real
I am the realest of the realest
I just be really killin'
I just be really havin' digits
I be gettin' all the bitches
I be fuckin' all the bitches
I got all your bitches
All these bitches on my dick
I can't help this shit, hoes having fits
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