D=$tackz - Chill With A Real One (radio edit)

She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
Said she need some good d*** so I let her feel one
From the back or on her back she gone still come
So throw that for that for a trill one, b**** I'm just trying to kill sum
She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
So throw that for a trill one, b**** I'm just trying to kill sum
Listen, she be cappin' like she bout that action
So is we grinding if it's traction shorty I'm just asking
Cause for me I'm in that field tryna' bag up
Said she independent need no man to keep her stacks up
Yea, that's what I like cause she already right
Need no preparation shorty said her s*** already tight
Yea, and on the cool she a fool with it
Said she leaving dude cause he ain't know what he could do with it
Damn, said she need herself a stepper
She be on that gas we be mobbin' in that Tesla
Yea, she drove that pipe and it was hands free
But she can't be the main I told she can take a plan B, yea!
She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
Said she need some good d*** so I let her feel one
From the back or on her back she gone still come
So throw that for that for a trill one, b**** I'm just trying to kill sum
She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
So throw that for a trill one, b**** I'm just trying to kill sum
Yea, I guess she mad cause I don't do commitments
But still stretching out that p**** like I'm into fitness
And murkin' everythang movin' don't forget the witness
Cause if her best friend with her they can get the business
Yea, you n***** swore this was a love song
Cut his baby mama off the squad then move the f*** on
Yea, my s*** is grimy that's just how I am
Said she into dope d*** I told her she can buy a gram
Boys lyin' on the gram heard they flew her out
She made a bag off you homie shoulda' threw her out
Cause if you really on yo' note then you don't pay for that
Sold her a** a dream with no receipts and made her pay it back, yea!
She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
Said she need some good d*** so I let her feel one
From the back or on her back she gone still come
So throw that for that for a trill one, b**** I'm just trying to kill sum
She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
She just wanna f***, smoke, and chill with a real one
So throw that for a trill one, b**** I'm just trying to kill sum

Written by:
Darryle Poullard

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