Various Artists - Mine Real lyrics

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] Pop that p**y for a papi, lunch at Noble, bring hot saki Don't wheelie on Kawasakis, only Hayabusas My bad b**hes don't smoke no hookah Hookers be on point, Uncle Sam read my lips Understand you know, you know, you like Bodega Bamz Call me god, Uncle sham Pissed 'em off now they can't stand me Nose, I got that candy More I got that mandate, yo dare me No reggie, only sour, shooters semi's Automatics I got plenty Loaded Remington, chill on Lexington I make these b**hes cum, I got your wifey sprung She don't get no ones, that bird just get these crumbs I live the life of a heffer, all these workers my sons [Hook x8] What your life 'bout homie Mines, mines real [Verse 2: Da$H] Dillinger to desperado, skin look like I'm born in Cairo Pyromaniac, getting brainiac from this former model Bottle to my lips, Henny sips until I piss it out Kid with clout putting that George Jung in your women snout Then I'm up outta there, homerun My outer wear look like your favorite store front I step out and they applaud him Chick is seeing they adore him Posters on they f**ing wall, f** 'em all Then like New Years I drop 'em like the f**ing ball Real God like, preachers say I'm blasphemous Clorox on the Ox cause I don't mix beef with the rapping sh** Money come fast but my body off that Actavis Director calling cut for all you n***as out here acting b**h [Hook x8] What your life 'bout homie Mines, mines real