LES - Real n***a Flow lyrics

Verse 1 (Le$) Real n***a trill n***a/ Polo f** that hilfiger/ Lean sippa wood wheel grippa/ Got a man but I still get her/ Stay high but comin dine pop trunk an I show surround/ Make dem boppin hoes come around/ That paint is wet I let her drown/ I dive up in that p**y ho/ Ain't dealin wit a rookie bro/ Sace shades can't see my soul/ I'm Swangin b**h but I got control/ Money made them n***as mad/ On my dick dem n***as f*gs/ Life is good my b**h is bad/ No roof here I drop the rag/ Popin tags im playamade/ Gucci bucket on top my fade/ Gold chains an a gold watch/ I goes in and I don't stop/ Did it b4 Imma do it again/ Stackin up mo than a n***a can spend/ Bus me a nut then I'm f**in her friend/ Bout to go in bout to go win/ Starched down my sh** clean/ Dark tint I drop screens/ Eyes full of that visein/ Chain shining like high beams/ Bout to let my nuts hang from gulf bank 2 south main/ I'm comin dine that westhemier wit 10 thou on my chain/ I'm jus playin jus sayin chrome Ds I'm jus skatin/ n***a say I don't go hard dont mind them they jus haitin/ Thu jus franklins they jus benjis I got some I want plenty/ I got hoes mane 2 many/ My main say that I'm 2 friendly/ But I love them they love me/ I got 2 some times 3/ I get high they get f**ed I grind hard this ain't luck/ That fat pat in my deck dat big mo in my cup/ I ride clean like don ke them boys kno I'm screwed up/