Jamie West - Too Real

I Think I'm too real
Koshing these niggas like dill
Somebody tell me to chill
I'm a need bail
Killing these bitches like Bill
Lord please don't send me to Hell
Curing these bitches I'm sounding to ill
Giving them medicine I'm the real deal
Niggas be talking but I don't hear shit
Walking pass bitches and watching em flinch
I fuck like a vixen, ride with intention
Always on top cause I play my position
This is the shit that these niggas be craving
Gave him some head now he want some babies
This is the reason I'm hot
(Ssss)
No wonder you niggas be craving my spot
Look at this drip, always on wet
No wonder he icing me out with baguettes
The way that I move, Bitch I'm a boss
You need some floss cause I'm doing the most
Don't mean to brag and don't mean to gloat
Cause I am the baddest, you are the joke
Kill em with class, poison em first
Letting it loose and watch em disperse
You cannot have him cause I am his first
And always his last, these niggas is hurt
Talking about Range, bitch I got it
Hands up in his face like bitch I want it
Talking bout some cash then bitch let's get it
Cause I'm all about them M's in a New York minute
Talking bout this, bitch I been did that
Talking bout a man, bitch I been fucked that
I'm talking bout winning, where yo antennas at?
You only want the fame, where yo income at?
I wanna fuck but niggas is weak
I'm looking for love not making me skeet
Biting my lip and caressing my cheeks
Drilling for gold as you rocking my world
Baby don't stop, I'm bout to blow
All in yo face, While you all in my buns
Going again now I'm having his son
He rollin' his eyes as he begging for more
(Ah)
This is the shit that he loving on
Like some cocoa that sit in a waffle cone
He tell me it's sticky and sweet
Sounding like mama making mac and cheese
Gushy and wet, all on yo lip
Strawberry filling just how you like that
Got him obsessed, watch his ass come back
He ain't even gotta fuck, he just bust off my laugh
I Think I'm too real
Koshing these niggas like dill
Somebody tell me to chill
Imma need bail
Killing these bitches like Bill
Lord please don't send me to Hell
Curing these bitches I'm sounding to ill
Giving them medicine I'm the real deal
Niggas be Talking but I don't hear shit
Walking pass bitches and watching em flinch
(Hoe)

Written by:
James Wilburn

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