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Real Ones (feat. Albee Al & Harrd Luck) (Explicit) - Fetty Wap/Albee Al/Harrd Luck
Lyrics by：Willie Maxwell II
Produced by：Baso/DJ SWILL B/Deekey/HOWLR
DJ Swill B
They don't make 'em real no more ayy
I had feelings I can't feel no more ayy
I been through pain I can't heal no more ayy
Already took it all they can't steal no more
And I feel like everybody let me down
That's why it ain't nobody else around ayy
Blockin' out the noise don't hear a sound ayy
I always keep my ten on the ground yeah baby
Gladiator
Free Mush I wanna see him in that Porsche again
Broke my heart when I heard the feds walked him in
Just know if you ever rat we'll never talk again
I gotta step for Damu he'll never walk again
Lil' bitch don't post me
When I was locked the bitch I loved the most she never wrote me
Freak bitch she like it rough she like"Albee choke me"
Had to bulletproof the Caddy 'cause niggas tryna ghost me
Grrt
Know the opps weak
Pussy
When it's war I want it all I'm in the front seat
I swear to God
Last opp that speaked on me he in a tucked seat
He outta here
You ain't never rob a nigga and take his gun nigga
Never dog
You ain't never shoot a nigga with his son nigga
You ain't never shoot a nigga just for fun nigga
Three K's in this car we finna hunt niggas
Swear bodies droppin' if I want niggas
They wanted some belly nigga who tryna rump with us?
They don't make 'em real no more ayy
I had feelings I can't feel no more ayy
I been through pain I can't heal no more ayy
Already took it all they can't steal no more
And I feel like everybody let me down
That's why it ain't nobody else around ayy
Blockin' out the noise don't hear a sound ayy
I always keep my ten on the ground yeah
They don't make 'em real no more ayy
I had feelings I can't feel no more ayy
I been through pain I can't heal no more ayy
Already took it all they can't steal no more
And I feel like everybody let me down
That's why it ain't nobody else around ayy
Blockin' out the noise don't hear a sound ayy
I always keep my ten on the ground yeah
Uh Harrdy
I remember plenty nights tryna work me a play yeah yeah
I'm from the trenches where we thought that sellin' dope was the way
Swear
If a nigga want what's mine he gotta murk me today
On my soul
The last nigga tried that would've been thirty today
I'm certain
Somebody please give his family condolences yeah yeah
My hands dirty I just pray nobody notices
Harrdy
I told lil' brodie"Spin the block hit his whole set"
Go get that
And if they kill a big homie they get bonuses
Go get uat
I'm thinkin' 'bout TeFee I'm thinkin' 'bout Gree
Let's go
They killed him in his wheelchair these niggas so petty
Wicked
Rest in peace Millie you been on my mind heavy
Them pills that he popped wasn't Percs they was fetty
All them cold winter nights on the strip freezing
Park Avenue
Lot of fish scale sellin' lot of bricks slingin'
Twenty below
Little homie out the window with the grip squeezin' uh
He was eatin' chopped cheese when they Swiss cheesed him
Ayy I feel like they don't make 'em real no more
No they don't make 'em real no more
I got feelings I don't feel no more
I got feelings I don't feel no more
I been through pain I can't heal no more yeah
Already took it all they can't steal no more yeah yeah
I feel like everybody let me down let me down
That's why it ain't nobody else around around
Blockin' out the noise don't hear a sound
Always keep my ten on the ground yeah-yeah
Hmm woah
Woah
Woah mm
Yeah baby
Yeah
Oh yeah-yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah baby
Yeah
