Waka Flocka - Real Nigga Love (ft. Too Short) (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Waka Flocka - Real Nigga Love (ft. Too Short) (Lyrics - Paroles)

Waka Flocka - Real Nigga Love (ft. Too Short) (Lyrics - Paroles)
Break your back, bitch

That what them real niggas like

Mollies in my liquor, prescription pills, and weed

That's a real nigga drug
Show some pussy, make a real nigga throw it up

Throw it up, show some love

Just because you a bad bitch

Just because you on your grind, girl

I respect everything you do

Work, mama, work, mama, work, mama

Get them bad hoe

Work, mama, work, mama

Stick ‘em grand, hoe

We call eye contact, I walked up on her

Like girl, you got one bright future

I'm a boyfriend's nightmare, Freddy Krueger

Pussy good so I bust it with a bucket bag,…

Beat the pussy like…boom, boom, boom

Get low like some water waves

Got these squares on my sun coat now my pepper straight

Bitch, I got work on lay away

Bitch, I got work on Labor Day
Mollies in my liquor, prescription pills, and weed

That's a real nigga drug

I got all the bad bitches, I got all the real niggas

Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club

She don't want a skirt, she want that real nigga love

She give me mouth in the tub

Then she walk down, kiss you like what?

Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club

Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?

Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?
Eyes big like Kermit The Frog's

On the mollies with them bars

Always chilling it, hanging with stars

Kush don't come in a bag, they come in jars

She came four times, that's a party

Ass so big you can see from far

No bar, had the party in the backseat of my car

And you got VIP tickets

Pussy knee deep in it

Cut my hands, throw my feet in it

Fall asleep in it, might pass out in it

Going hard like the knife in it, spend the night in it
Mollies in my liquor, prescription pills, and weed

That's a real nigga drug

I got all the bad bitches, I got all the real niggas

Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club

She don't want a skirt, she want that real nigga love

She give me mouth in the tub

Then she walk down, kiss you like what?

Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club

Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?

Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?
I'mma throw a party at her momma house

Her momma fine, I'mma put it in her momma mouth

Sure dog, I stay with the hoes

But never in my life would I stay with a hoe

I'm on the go, mid weather, summer, or snow

Popping pills and these bitches want blow

Whatever I gotta do to get the party started

The bitch never stop once the party started

Up all night doing hella shit

When she came up in clothes she was hella big

Bigger jogger than me on TMZ

And if you see that shit, boy, I was hella lit

She said, “Why they call you Short? You got hella dick”

If you ain't sucking on it, bitch, it's irrelevant

She started sucking me up for the hell of it

I busted in the face of that pretty little yellow bitch
Mollies in my liquor, prescription pills, and weed

That's a real nigga drug

I got all the bad bitches, I got all the real niggas

Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club

She don't want a skirt, she want that real nigga love

She give me mouth in the tub

Then she walk down, kiss you like what?

Turn the house into a club, turn the house into a club

Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?

Turn the house into a club, nigga, what?

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Waka Flocka

Titre: Real Nigga Love
Featuring(s): Too Short
Tags : Waka Flocka, Too Short,
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