SOMETHING REAL Video (MV)
Performed By: Ad
Featuring: GoldLink, Wale
Length: 3:01
Written by: McCallaman, D'Anthony William Carlos, Olubowale Akintimehin, Philip Adetumbi
Ad - SOMETHING REAL Lyrics
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If she don't hit back I don't hit back again
Then after that I'ma just bag her friend
D.C, PG , muggo that's where I'm known
So when I go in, know hoes come by the ten
Super savage I don't do average nothing
All my exes Lexus, Benz, BM-dubbin'
All my niggas got the bag via dealin'
Me I chose another path to be appealing through
Rhyme after rhyme until I'm straight
We up like the doors on the I-8
Don't hurt to show love, nigga why hate
Don't make my niggas raise the crime rate
No I'm not a killer, I promise they will
You quick to comment, I cop commas and chill
Need a chick who slick when in the kitchen
If you with it surely seize a Caesar that's real
Show me something real shorty, and I'll ride for it
I'll die for it, I won't ignore it
Show me something real baby
And I'll live for it, yeah I'll give for it
I won't ignore it, show me something real
Drop your pride just to deal with me
You know you know that I'm certified
Grammy wisher to a Grammy nom'
F*cking with me so much I met your mom
Rap nigga make your head pop and I'm still hot as hell
Get the drop on your bitch ass
If you piss me off, you'll be deep in graves
In my bag, bad bitches know
Nothing less than a king of queens
And a fat ass work at King of Diamonds
And I'm still shining and I'm still mobbing
Still rocking with the hood niggas
Goldlink the new hood figure
Goldlink made the hood bigger
And the traffic stops and the phones bigger
Show me something real shorty, and I'll ride for it
I'll die for it, I won't ignore it
Show me something real baby
And I'll live for it, yeah I'll give for it
I won't ignore it, show me something real
Every bitch I got they got a bag
Bet your bitches make it hard to brag
Pardon partna that's the part they pat your pockets
Don't you pop off like you popping tags
I'm the man baby baby not just rappin'
Nice boys with a lot of cash
I be on my tour
I be getting getting to it form the old to the 202
Goldlink got that young Folarin
Goldlink and mine got some diamonds
Gold things every other single when I drop a vibe turn to King Midas
Twitter fingers you ain't fit for fighting
Lyrically Conor Muhammad Tyson
Bitches hit me when they need advice
And tell me psych I'm lying, I just need some pipe (Wale)
Show me something real shorty, and I'll ride for it
I'll die for it, I won't ignore it
Show me something real baby
And I'll live for it, yeah I'll give for it
I won't ignore it, show me something real
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Look
If she don't hit back I don't hit back again
Then after that I'ma just bag her friend
D.C, PG , muggo that's where I'm known
So when I go in, know hoes come by the ten
Super savage I don't do average nothing
All my exes Lexus, Benz, BM-dubbin'
All my niggas got the bag via dealin'
Me I chose another path to be appealing through
Rhyme after rhyme until I'm straight
We up like the doors on the I-8
Don't hurt to show love, nigga why hate
Don't make my niggas raise the crime rate
No I'm not a killer, I promise they will
You quick to comment, I cop commas and chill
Need a chick who slick when in the kitchen
If you with it surely seize a Caesar that's real
Show me something real shorty, and I'll ride for it
I'll die for it, I won't ignore it
Show me something real baby
And I'll live for it, yeah I'll give for it
I won't ignore it, show me something real
Drop your pride just to deal with me
You know you know that I'm certified
Grammy wisher to a Grammy nom'
F*cking with me so much I met your mom
Rap nigga make your head pop and I'm still hot as hell
Get the drop on your bitch ass
If you piss me off, you'll be deep in graves
In my bag, bad bitches know
Nothing less than a king of queens
And a fat ass work at King of Diamonds
And I'm still shining and I'm still mobbing
Still rocking with the hood niggas
Goldlink the new hood figure
Goldlink made the hood bigger
And the traffic stops and the phones bigger
Show me something real shorty, and I'll ride for it
I'll die for it, I won't ignore it
Show me something real baby
And I'll live for it, yeah I'll give for it
I won't ignore it, show me something real
Every bitch I got they got a bag
Bet your bitches make it hard to brag
Pardon partna that's the part they pat your pockets
Don't you pop off like you popping tags
I'm the man baby baby not just rappin'
Nice boys with a lot of cash
I be on my tour
I be getting getting to it form the old to the 202
Goldlink got that young Folarin
Goldlink and mine got some diamonds
Gold things every other single when I drop a vibe turn to King Midas
Twitter fingers you ain't fit for fighting
Lyrically Conor Muhammad Tyson
Bitches hit me when they need advice
And tell me psych I'm lying, I just need some pipe (Wale)
Show me something real shorty, and I'll ride for it
I'll die for it, I won't ignore it
Show me something real baby
And I'll live for it, yeah I'll give for it
I won't ignore it, show me something real
If she don't hit back I don't hit back again
Then after that I'ma just bag her friend
D.C, PG , muggo that's where I'm known
So when I go in, know hoes come by the ten
Super savage I don't do average nothing
All my exes Lexus, Benz, BM-dubbin'
All my niggas got the bag via dealin'
Me I chose another path to be appealing through
Rhyme after rhyme until I'm straight
We up like the doors on the I-8
Don't hurt to show love, nigga why hate
Don't make my niggas raise the crime rate
No I'm not a killer, I promise they will
You quick to comment, I cop commas and chill
Need a chick who slick when in the kitchen
If you with it surely seize a Caesar that's real
Show me something real shorty, and I'll ride for it
I'll die for it, I won't ignore it
Show me something real baby
And I'll live for it, yeah I'll give for it
I won't ignore it, show me something real
Drop your pride just to deal with me
You know you know that I'm certified
Grammy wisher to a Grammy nom'
F*cking with me so much I met your mom
Rap nigga make your head pop and I'm still hot as hell
Get the drop on your bitch ass
If you piss me off, you'll be deep in graves
In my bag, bad bitches know
Nothing less than a king of queens
And a fat ass work at King of Diamonds
And I'm still shining and I'm still mobbing
Still rocking with the hood niggas
Goldlink the new hood figure
Goldlink made the hood bigger
And the traffic stops and the phones bigger
Show me something real shorty, and I'll ride for it
I'll die for it, I won't ignore it
Show me something real baby
And I'll live for it, yeah I'll give for it
I won't ignore it, show me something real
Every bitch I got they got a bag
Bet your bitches make it hard to brag
Pardon partna that's the part they pat your pockets
Don't you pop off like you popping tags
I'm the man baby baby not just rappin'
Nice boys with a lot of cash
I be on my tour
I be getting getting to it form the old to the 202
Goldlink got that young Folarin
Goldlink and mine got some diamonds
Gold things every other single when I drop a vibe turn to King Midas
Twitter fingers you ain't fit for fighting
Lyrically Conor Muhammad Tyson
Bitches hit me when they need advice
And tell me psych I'm lying, I just need some pipe (Wale)
Show me something real shorty, and I'll ride for it
I'll die for it, I won't ignore it
Show me something real baby
And I'll live for it, yeah I'll give for it
I won't ignore it, show me something real
Writer: McCallaman, D'Anthony William Carlos, Olubowale Akintimehin, Philip Adetumbi
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.