Lakeyah & Gloss Up – Real Bitch Lyrics

Lakeyah & Gloss Up – Real Bitch Lyrics

Real bitches back in
I came here to win
You hoes came here to pretend
Imma show you rap hoes how to get y’all shit up
Yea

First thing first
(Huh)
I ain’t gotta fuck a rap n****
For a verse
(Not at all)
And I’ll never let a n**** trick me for a purse
To all you unemployed hoes
Come and get this work
(Work)
You bitches sleazy
This shit way too easy
City love me
I’m putting on like Jeezy
(I’m putting on)
I ain’t asthmatic
But this fit game wheezy
Put these rap hoes on a plate
Just to feed me
I’m getting greedy
I’m big Key
(Yea)
I’m not sweet
I check hoes
(Check ‘em)
Steady shitting on these bitches
Where the Pepto
(Where the Pepto)
Yo n**** wanna taste
(Huh)
I give ‘em wet nose
(Huh)
Taking bitch’s n*****
Hoe, you lucky if he make it home

Real bitch
(Real bitch)
Don’t fold
Fuck a n****
Get paid
That’s code
(That’s code)
I don’t choose
Bad bitches get chose
These hoes way too weak
I’m cold

Imma real bitch
(Real bitch)
Don’t fold
Fuck a n****
Get paid
That’s code
(That’s code)
I don’t choose
Bad bitches get chose
These hoes way too weak
I’m cold

Imma
Real bitch
With a real bag
Ayy
Word to Miami
Bitch, I’m real bad
New n****
New money
That’s a real brag
I ain’t stuntin no n**** that I been had

(GLO)
Imma
Real bitch
You a fake bitch
Red flag
What you doin’?
Nothin’, shit
Makin’ hoes mad
Bitch I just signed with QC
And got a big bag
And finna show you why these ratchet bitches real gassed
I can take yo n****
Like I take his dick
He want a dog ass bitch
Until I show him some tricks
Imma big dog bitch
Don’t compare me to simps
(Don’t compare me hoe)
My two kids was born rich
Why you work at a temp

Imma real bitch
(Real bitch)
Don’t fold
Fuck a n****
Get paid
That’s code
(That’s code)
I don’t choose
Bad bitches get chose
These hoes way too weak
I’m cold

Imma real bitch
(Real bitch)
Don’t fold
Fuck a n****
Get paid
That’s code
(That’s code)
I don’t choose
Bad bitches get chose
These hoes way too weak
I’m cold

My neck
And my wrist
He ain’t gotta check
He ain’t talkin’ bout shit
Doggin’ these n*****
Every time that I spit
Say he want Lakeyah
I done came up on a lick

Ice out my neck
And my wrist
He ain’t gotta check
He ain’t talkin’ bout shit
Doggin’ these n*****
Every time that I spit
Say he want Lakeyah
I done came up on a lick
N**** run me that shit