Real Live Lyrics
BunB: Say Bitch you fuckin wit' a boss, trill o.g. that didn't come to take a loss, I paid the cost to be who I are, And they know it when they see me ridin' my car, Candy with the dro inside a big jar, Im bout to roll that mothafucka in cigar, and when the swisha sweet is hit up be careful (why), that smoke will have you coughin' all ur shit up, Im in my everyday get up black-T levi's jordans and them diamonds they stay lit up, You wanna be like Bun Beeda step your fit up, Niggas this is playa school pay attention sit up, Cuz big daddies on the block, smokin' private stock and his bitch is sellin' cock, hit the block, count the cash, get the g's, hit the do', and if you never did this shit befo' you can hit the do'(hit the do')
Hook:(Bun B) I need a Real Live Hoe (live hoe) that'll pick it up and drop it to the flo' (to the flo'), bust it open let me see it if ur lookin for a man hoe you know i cant be it (cant be it) x2
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