| 作曲 : ORLANDO TUCKER/UNKNOWN WRITERS | |
| Ft. Meek Mill, | |
| Ace Hood & | |
| Plies (Verse : Meek Mill) | |
| Green boots, real nigga , in the jail standing tall like she kill nigga | |
| Are you scared, | |
| I know how you feel nigga | |
| It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers | |
| Had my hood hating now they came up | |
| I don’t know if it’s the money or the fake stuff | |
| Got me walking through the jungle with my flame thrower | |
| Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up | |
| Friends start to fall when you in a row | |
| Model bitches turn to hoes ’cause a nigga throw | |
| Got them people taking pictures let a nigga pose | |
| Misaki pay for reading the script spin get shows | |
| Poppin’ bottles it sound like a mac-10 | |
| Better be soaked in it when | |
| I’m back in | |
| I tried to court a milli on an aston | |
| And I ain’t got an album man | |
| I got these niggers falling off | |
| I’m gone (Hook x2) | |
| Shout out to the real niggers, salute | |
| And shout out to the real bitches, say what | |
| I’m poppin’ bottles with my real niggers | |
| It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers (Verse : Ace Hood) | |
| Yeah,bought a chopper for my problems that banana type | |
| Seen a millie now it’s hard for me to sleep at night | |
| I’m the type to flug a rollie like there’s no means | |
| Barely all my niggers ball like | |
| I’m mister | |
| Clean From the bottoms to the top | |
| I made it out the gutter | |
| I’m 17 on every scene | |
| I need my bread and butter | |
| Used to run the streets but not | |
| I’m running every summer | |
| Right back on my bullshit like a | |
| Chicago lover | |
| Feelings open and about that phantom on my cocky ass | |
| Know they hatin’ | |
| I just tell ‘em kiss the paper tags | |
| You’ll be with them pretty bitches favour stacy dash | |
| Puff my rollie,cost me 80 that’s gon’ make ‘em mad | |
| Free my niggers | |
| Large, free my nigga | |
| Cage **** the system yeah you know we on the same page | |
| Niggers love it when you drowning in that water dawg | |
| Hate to see a nigger shining like some marmaro | |
| Loyalty over royalty that’s my camelot | |
| We the best of lover on ‘em with my ****ing boss | |
| He just tell me murder niggers would think of holocaust | |
| Killer high, the junkie in it what you niggers thought (Hook x2) | |
| Shout out to the real niggers, salute | |
| And shout out to the real bitches, say what | |
| I’m poppin’ bottles with my real niggers | |
| It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers (Verse : Plies) | |
| It took a half of ill nigga half the bank nigga | |
| If you want to whip pussy nigga blunt nigga | |
| And I put that red dot right what you think nigga | |
| Hood nigga still went to bilincs nigga | |
| I’m on the ave nigga riding in a curly ass | |
| You that talking nigga you know you a pussy | |
| A real nigga real life, no rap shit | |
| And I can promise you this ain’t what you want bitch | |
| Dialed me and still ain’t a real nigga ‘ | |
| Cause I’m in the tubies and the gutter with the real niggers | |
| When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga | |
| And we some kid to tell you that we the real nigga | |
| And they ain’t telling none of my young nigga to cheat a nigga | |
| We all shooters nigga and all us on the pills nigga | |
| Ain’t got a yacht nigga the size of | |
| Shaquille nigga | |
| And before you try anything you better writer your will nigga (Hook x2) | |
| Shout out to the real niggers, salute | |
| And shout out to the real bitches, say what | |
| I’m poppin’ bottles with my real niggers | |
| It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers |
| zuo qu : ORLANDO TUCKER UNKNOWN WRITERS | |
| Ft. Meek Mill, | |
| Ace Hood | |
| Plies Verse : Meek Mill | |
| Green boots, real nigga , in the jail standing tall like she kill nigga | |
| Are you scared, | |
| I know how you feel nigga | |
| It' s like a full time job not to kill niggers | |
| Had my hood hating now they came up | |
| I don' t know if it' s the money or the fake stuff | |
| Got me walking through the jungle with my flame thrower | |
| Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up | |
| Friends start to fall when you in a row | |
| Model bitches turn to hoes ' cause a nigga throw | |
| Got them people taking pictures let a nigga pose | |
| Misaki pay for reading the script spin get shows | |
| Poppin' bottles it sound like a mac10 | |
| Better be soaked in it when | |
| I' m back in | |
| I tried to court a milli on an aston | |
| And I ain' t got an album man | |
| I got these niggers falling off | |
| I' m gone Hook x2 | |
| Shout out to the real niggers, salute | |
| And shout out to the real bitches, say what | |
| I' m poppin' bottles with my real niggers | |
| It' s like a full time job not to kill niggers Verse : Ace Hood | |
| Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems that banana type | |
| Seen a millie now it' s hard for me to sleep at night | |
| I' m the type to flug a rollie like there' s no means | |
| Barely all my niggers ball like | |
| I' m mister | |
| Clean From the bottoms to the top | |
| I made it out the gutter | |
| I' m 17 on every scene | |
| I need my bread and butter | |
| Used to run the streets but not | |
| I' m running every summer | |
| Right back on my bullshit like a | |
| Chicago lover | |
| Feelings open and about that phantom on my cocky ass | |
| Know they hatin' | |
| I just tell ' em kiss the paper tags | |
| You' ll be with them pretty bitches favour stacy dash | |
| Puff my rollie, cost me 80 that' s gon' make ' em mad | |
| Free my niggers | |
| Large, free my nigga | |
| Cage the system yeah you know we on the same page | |
| Niggers love it when you drowning in that water dawg | |
| Hate to see a nigger shining like some marmaro | |
| Loyalty over royalty that' s my camelot | |
| We the best of lover on ' em with my ing boss | |
| He just tell me murder niggers would think of holocaust | |
| Killer high, the junkie in it what you niggers thought Hook x2 | |
| Shout out to the real niggers, salute | |
| And shout out to the real bitches, say what | |
| I' m poppin' bottles with my real niggers | |
| It' s like a full time job not to kill niggers Verse : Plies | |
| It took a half of ill nigga half the bank nigga | |
| If you want to whip pussy nigga blunt nigga | |
| And I put that red dot right what you think nigga | |
| Hood nigga still went to bilincs nigga | |
| I' m on the ave nigga riding in a curly ass | |
| You that talking nigga you know you a pussy | |
| A real nigga real life, no rap shit | |
| And I can promise you this ain' t what you want bitch | |
| Dialed me and still ain' t a real nigga ' | |
| Cause I' m in the tubies and the gutter with the real niggers | |
| When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga | |
| And we some kid to tell you that we the real nigga | |
| And they ain' t telling none of my young nigga to cheat a nigga | |
| We all shooters nigga and all us on the pills nigga | |
| Ain' t got a yacht nigga the size of | |
| Shaquille nigga | |
| And before you try anything you better writer your will nigga Hook x2 | |
| Shout out to the real niggers, salute | |
| And shout out to the real bitches, say what | |
| I' m poppin' bottles with my real niggers | |
| It' s like a full time job not to kill niggers |
| zuò qǔ : ORLANDO TUCKER UNKNOWN WRITERS | |
| Ft. Meek Mill, | |
| Ace Hood | |
| Plies Verse : Meek Mill | |
| Green boots, real nigga , in the jail standing tall like she kill nigga | |
| Are you scared, | |
| I know how you feel nigga | |
| It' s like a full time job not to kill niggers | |
| Had my hood hating now they came up | |
| I don' t know if it' s the money or the fake stuff | |
| Got me walking through the jungle with my flame thrower | |
| Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up | |
| Friends start to fall when you in a row | |
| Model bitches turn to hoes ' cause a nigga throw | |
| Got them people taking pictures let a nigga pose | |
| Misaki pay for reading the script spin get shows | |
| Poppin' bottles it sound like a mac10 | |
| Better be soaked in it when | |
| I' m back in | |
| I tried to court a milli on an aston | |
| And I ain' t got an album man | |
| I got these niggers falling off | |
| I' m gone Hook x2 | |
| Shout out to the real niggers, salute | |
| And shout out to the real bitches, say what | |
| I' m poppin' bottles with my real niggers | |
| It' s like a full time job not to kill niggers Verse : Ace Hood | |
| Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems that banana type | |
| Seen a millie now it' s hard for me to sleep at night | |
| I' m the type to flug a rollie like there' s no means | |
| Barely all my niggers ball like | |
| I' m mister | |
| Clean From the bottoms to the top | |
| I made it out the gutter | |
| I' m 17 on every scene | |
| I need my bread and butter | |
| Used to run the streets but not | |
| I' m running every summer | |
| Right back on my bullshit like a | |
| Chicago lover | |
| Feelings open and about that phantom on my cocky ass | |
| Know they hatin' | |
| I just tell ' em kiss the paper tags | |
| You' ll be with them pretty bitches favour stacy dash | |
| Puff my rollie, cost me 80 that' s gon' make ' em mad | |
| Free my niggers | |
| Large, free my nigga | |
| Cage the system yeah you know we on the same page | |
| Niggers love it when you drowning in that water dawg | |
| Hate to see a nigger shining like some marmaro | |
| Loyalty over royalty that' s my camelot | |
| We the best of lover on ' em with my ing boss | |
| He just tell me murder niggers would think of holocaust | |
| Killer high, the junkie in it what you niggers thought Hook x2 | |
| Shout out to the real niggers, salute | |
| And shout out to the real bitches, say what | |
| I' m poppin' bottles with my real niggers | |
| It' s like a full time job not to kill niggers Verse : Plies | |
| It took a half of ill nigga half the bank nigga | |
| If you want to whip pussy nigga blunt nigga | |
| And I put that red dot right what you think nigga | |
| Hood nigga still went to bilincs nigga | |
| I' m on the ave nigga riding in a curly ass | |
| You that talking nigga you know you a pussy | |
| A real nigga real life, no rap shit | |
| And I can promise you this ain' t what you want bitch | |
| Dialed me and still ain' t a real nigga ' | |
| Cause I' m in the tubies and the gutter with the real niggers | |
| When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga | |
| And we some kid to tell you that we the real nigga | |
| And they ain' t telling none of my young nigga to cheat a nigga | |
| We all shooters nigga and all us on the pills nigga | |
| Ain' t got a yacht nigga the size of | |
| Shaquille nigga | |
| And before you try anything you better writer your will nigga Hook x2 | |
| Shout out to the real niggers, salute | |
| And shout out to the real bitches, say what | |
| I' m poppin' bottles with my real niggers | |
| It' s like a full time job not to kill niggers |
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