Rick Ross - Realest Livin lyrics

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Rick Ross - Realest Livin lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Realest Livin' [Verse 1: Ace Hood] OK now hood off in this mother f**er Got the n***as all rolling hollering Beast back in this mother f**er And im into this b**h Don't make me click off in this motherf**er Better ask them b**hes, I'll be swimming on they distance lover Wanna have my baby? trick you crazy I keeps a rubber Never ever play me for no s**er And I ain't stutter I ain't into that bull i sip Muscatto and im lay back That brand new Maserati inside of a suede black And the chick im with hella thick just know that I filet that I swear that p**y good, she good, she looky, love the nookie I'm just a n***a who addicted to this money flow Ain't nobody on his level run and tell him fo That's real sh**, I swear my swagger keep an attitude Pistol on me homie, he won't show no gratitude! Don't want no problems, let this bust off in your blatter too Standing ovation for the realest n***a in the room [Bridge] From the day that I was born, up out the womb Pledge allegiance to keep you real and pay my dues Honor the mother and the father, d**h 'fore honor I hear my brothers keeper and that's before the mighty dollar Standing ovation! [Hook] For the realest n***a living Standing ovation! For the realest n***a living Standing ovation! For the realest n***a living Standing ovation! For the realest n***a living Standing ovation! [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the realest? They say that God don't fear nobody I'm his spitting image Look in my eyes and see the beast My kind is rare invented Choppa on the seat will have you call on your religion Father God come and bless me, I'm a sinner mane You know these n***as talking tough, gone need a dinner plan Don't make me send those n***as off into that mini van I ain't no k**er, put a thousand on your brother head Real sh**, you're looking at the realest living tho Only n***as speaking real, I never sugarcoat Way to many n***a banging and they're selling dough I don't know what it's about it, I just get my hustle on Too legit the quit, I really got my heater chrome Call that style my BFF and I don't leave it home And that's word to my momma, don't want no drama Loyal to the bone, and that's before I see the commas [Bridge + Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Smoking like Harry Potter My flow keep getting hotter She dances to my single Bet she just want a dollar Uh, but I got her, I know she a dog She know that I'm balling, she know who's the boss Got the 2 door, the 4 door, i even get the trucks Getting loo like ma ludo mammy, I got the bucks Call it k**ers, they're lurking I see 'em in the gust Remember as soon as I point a finger, you're getting touched Play with fire, I could get you sent to hell Angel of d**h, I could hear her on the cell Speed dial, double MG God Forgives And I Don't, you n***as will see [Bridge + Hook]