Real Bitches

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Antha Pantha - Rap

Real Bitches

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[Verse 1] I only wear makeup at a photoshoot (Yup) 'Cause I don't need that shit just to look cute A real pretty bitch every day I wake up (Yup) It's too hot for that shit, it's 'bout to cake up (Ew) My thighs thick, ass real, so you know what's up (You know what's up) My titties like an A cup, I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) A real bitch every day when the sun is up (Yeah) We gon' link later on, we got our money up (Uh-huh) My bitches got jobs, my bitches got stocks (Yeah) I got a sexy-ass nigga with a fat cock He likes to buy me nice things so I make it drop I pray for him every night 'cause he play the block And I'm from Harlem, I don't give a fuck what you think (I don't give a fuck) Givе me some Henny and somе wine and I make a drink (Drink) When I was five, my uncles had me listenin' to Snoop And I would be on Staten Island like I'm with the Wu [Chorus] I be with real-ass bitches (Real-ass bitches) And we do real-ass things (Real-ass things) And we pay all our own bills (Own bills) And we got diamonds in our chains (Diamonds in our chains) I be with real-ass bitches (Real-ass bitches) And we do real-ass things (Real-ass things) And we got real-ass bodies (Real-ass bodies) And we got diamonds in our rings (Diamonds, rings) [Verse 2] I feel like I should run for president (Yup) And represent the real bitches of American I mean America, don't say shit to us 'Cause if you see a bad bitch, you better cherish her Give me a sponsor for the campaign Because he see the real vision We won, bring out the champagne Now you gon' see me do my damn thing And I'ma take care who took care of me and that's on everything Ridin' shotgun with your baby daddy (Yeah) You see me lookin' good, y'all was really aggy (Yeah) Got my baby hairs laid, shit was never nappy Since I cut some niggas off, I been really happy (Yeah) And listen, bitch, I ain't never hatin' (Never) Y'all be out here sniffin' coke like it's medication (What?) He said he like my pussy 'cause it's like he meditatin' (Meditatin') And I'ma shake my nice ass with no hesitation (Ayy) [Chorus] I be with real-ass bitches (Real-ass bitches) And we do real-ass things (Real-ass things) And we pay all our own bills (Own bills) And we got diamonds in our chains (Diamonds in our chains) I be with real-ass bitches (Real-ass bitches) And we do real-ass things (Real-ass things) And we got real-ass bodies (Real-ass bodies) And we got diamonds in our rings (Diamonds, rings)

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Writers
  • Diomande Elliot
  • Tweek Tune
  • Antha Pantha