She pretty like California, attitude from Florida
She sweet as the tropics, hot as Arizona
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
Lil' hood like she from Chicago, fly her to Puerto Rico
Bougie like she in Paris, skin like she Filipino
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
It's real Lyfe, real Lyfe, is you down with me tonight huh
We was foolish, now we tryna make it right huh
She a bougie bitch, yeah, she ain't f*ckin' any nigga
She ain't never change, so she worth every penny nigga
And she like to get nasty too, she lose them clothes, I act a fool
She sit that ass right on my trues
That pussy wet, she got the juice
She blowin' me just like a fuse
Send lemon peppers to the booth
Know I got knots just like a noose
When I was wrong, she remained true aye
She drive like a Bentley, off Coke and Henny
That my main chick, don't do friendly
Yeah, I'm outchea and she outchea bitch I count racks
Real Lyfe she about that
She pretty like California, attitude from Florida
She sweet as the tropics, hot as Arizona
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
Lil hood like she from Chicago, fly her to Puerto Rico
Bougie like she in Paris, skin like she Filipino
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
That body is foreign, so it's speakin' to me
She want Saint Laurent, girl, that's easy to me
She handle my work, so it ain't trickin' to me
Fashion nova packs she gets whatever she please
She knowin' just what I like
That my baby, that my wife
Slim waist, ass sway like it's sremm life
How could she not be my type
Knew she was it the first night
Champagne, sex, and candlelight
I had to believe the hype
It's a cuff thing right on sight
Now she hit them jugs, flip paper like a book
Ain't f*ck with the hood till I said, what's good
She knew it was lit when she peeped the drip
She f*ck with real life, we'll die just to live
She pretty like California, attitude from Florida
She sweet as the tropics, hot as Arizona
But she don't be around
No, she don't be around
No, love her like she from Chicago
Fly her to Puerto Rico
Booze she like she in Paris
Skin like she Filipino
But she don't be around
No, she don't be around
No
AJ Real - Around Lyrics
AJ Real - Around Lyrics
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She pretty like California, attitude from Florida
She sweet as the tropics, hot as Arizona
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
Lil' hood like she from Chicago, fly her to Puerto Rico
Bougie like she in Paris, skin like she Filipino
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
It's real Lyfe, real Lyfe, is you down with me tonight huh
We was foolish, now we tryna make it right huh
She a bougie bitch, yeah, she ain't f*ckin' any nigga
She ain't never change, so she worth every penny nigga
And she like to get nasty too, she lose them clothes, I act a fool
She sit that ass right on my trues
That pussy wet, she got the juice
She blowin' me just like a fuse
Send lemon peppers to the booth
Know I got knots just like a noose
When I was wrong, she remained true aye
She drive like a Bentley, off Coke and Henny
That my main chick, don't do friendly
Yeah, I'm outchea and she outchea bitch I count racks
Real Lyfe she about that
She pretty like California, attitude from Florida
She sweet as the tropics, hot as Arizona
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
Lil hood like she from Chicago, fly her to Puerto Rico
Bougie like she in Paris, skin like she Filipino
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
That body is foreign, so it's speakin' to me
She want Saint Laurent, girl, that's easy to me
She handle my work, so it ain't trickin' to me
Fashion nova packs she gets whatever she please
She knowin' just what I like
That my baby, that my wife
Slim waist, ass sway like it's sremm life
How could she not be my type
Knew she was it the first night
Champagne, sex, and candlelight
I had to believe the hype
It's a cuff thing right on sight
Now she hit them jugs, flip paper like a book
Ain't f*ck with the hood till I said, what's good
She knew it was lit when she peeped the drip
She f*ck with real life, we'll die just to live
She pretty like California, attitude from Florida
She sweet as the tropics, hot as Arizona
But she don't be around
No, she don't be around
No, love her like she from Chicago
Fly her to Puerto Rico
Booze she like she in Paris
Skin like she Filipino
But she don't be around
No, she don't be around
No
She sweet as the tropics, hot as Arizona
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
Lil' hood like she from Chicago, fly her to Puerto Rico
Bougie like she in Paris, skin like she Filipino
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
It's real Lyfe, real Lyfe, is you down with me tonight huh
We was foolish, now we tryna make it right huh
She a bougie bitch, yeah, she ain't f*ckin' any nigga
She ain't never change, so she worth every penny nigga
And she like to get nasty too, she lose them clothes, I act a fool
She sit that ass right on my trues
That pussy wet, she got the juice
She blowin' me just like a fuse
Send lemon peppers to the booth
Know I got knots just like a noose
When I was wrong, she remained true aye
She drive like a Bentley, off Coke and Henny
That my main chick, don't do friendly
Yeah, I'm outchea and she outchea bitch I count racks
Real Lyfe she about that
She pretty like California, attitude from Florida
She sweet as the tropics, hot as Arizona
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
Lil hood like she from Chicago, fly her to Puerto Rico
Bougie like she in Paris, skin like she Filipino
But she don't be around, no, she don't be around, no
That body is foreign, so it's speakin' to me
She want Saint Laurent, girl, that's easy to me
She handle my work, so it ain't trickin' to me
Fashion nova packs she gets whatever she please
She knowin' just what I like
That my baby, that my wife
Slim waist, ass sway like it's sremm life
How could she not be my type
Knew she was it the first night
Champagne, sex, and candlelight
I had to believe the hype
It's a cuff thing right on sight
Now she hit them jugs, flip paper like a book
Ain't f*ck with the hood till I said, what's good
She knew it was lit when she peeped the drip
She f*ck with real life, we'll die just to live
She pretty like California, attitude from Florida
She sweet as the tropics, hot as Arizona
But she don't be around
No, she don't be around
No, love her like she from Chicago
Fly her to Puerto Rico
Booze she like she in Paris
Skin like she Filipino
But she don't be around
No, she don't be around
No
Writer: Anthony Jackson
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