Edgar JC & Tiggavelli - Real or Not

Is it REAL OR NOT
She says that it’s love
She just wanna fuck
Is it REAL OR NOT
You claim you day one
You move like a opp
Is it REAL OR NOT
The bills got the strip
Is it counterfeit
Is it REAL OR NOT
That ass is too fat
It don’t match her legs
Is it REAL OR NOT
I just stay true to myself give a fuck wat u say
Ima make it regardless
Your bitch on my dick
And she say that she faithful
But I got a pic of her topless
How you show love at the same time you hate
My nigga you better be cautious
You playing both sides, better make up your mind
You wit it, You wit it, You wit it
Is it Real or Not
Codeine in my cup I got runts in my blunt
You fold under pressure I move nonchalant
I hit it last night and you say she the one
I don’t fuck wit snitches you can’t tell me nun
I stay on the move I ain’t trynna be stuck
You say you gone pull up I kno you gone frunt
You asking for discounts you don’t hit me up
Fuck out my face you bitch u kno that’s a dub!
I’m just trynna get cooled off
Cuz a nigha been hugging the block
Six words from a Harlem nigga baby girl
You gone suck it or not
How you gone try and cuff a nigga
When a nigga don’t fuck wit the cops
Only way is up baby
Why you think I just only want top
FRAAP
Is it REAL OR NOT
I say I’m love
Cus I wanna fuck
Is IT REAL OR NOT
You claim you day one
You move like a opp
Is it REAL OR NOT
My bills got the strip
It’s not counterfeit
Is It REAL OR NOT
That ass is too fat
It don’t match her thighs
Is it REAL OR NOT
I just stay true to myself give a fuck wat u say
Ima make it regardless
Your bitch on my dick
And she say that she faithful
But I got a pic of her topless
How you show love at the same time you hate
My nigga you better be cautious
You playing both sides, better make up your mind
You wit it, You wit it, You wit it
Is it Real or Not
I flip it and dip yea I gotta stash it
Say that you real but you made outta plastic
Chrome on yo dome better hope I don’t blast it
Send yo ass packed in a mofucking casket
Hunnits on me like a fridge to a magnet
Stars on the roof I see all of the planets
My wrist on froze nigga you see the patek
Bullets came at you this shyt automatic
Your girl in DM she is a fanatic
She told me that you is a lame and a fake
That love that you showed me it wasn’t organic
I got the rockets straight going galactic
Catching this flight the only way is up
Me and Tigga got that view panoramic
Spotting the fakes you do not want this static
You Thought that you got and then guessed my next move
I’m going real crazy stay causing this havoc
Counting my blessings yea I’m living lavish
Success hit us fast nigga this shyt is madness
Say that she wet but she dry like a cactus
Don’t come at me, you better not do it
Cus I am so real, and you fake, are you stupid
I make the move like Nike I just do it
I don’t care what you say cuz
I just stay true to myself give a fuck wat u say
Ima make it regardless
Your bitch on my dick
And she say that she faithful
But I got a pic of her topless
How you show love at the same time you hate
My nigga you better be cautious
You playing both sides, better make up your mind
You wit it, You wit it, You wit it
Is it Real or Not

Written by:
Edgar Cortorreal, Jonathan Jimenez

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