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Babyface Ray - Real Lyrics



Babyface Ray - Real Lyrics




(Classics)
I know somebody who want the bitches
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(yeah)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Ayy)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(I ain't got forty-five man)
It get real in the field, better tighten up

Why you bring her to the club?
She can't ride with us (Come on)
Why you callin' all yo'
Friends? You excited, huh?
(You excited) f*ck a tape, promote the bag
What's the price on them? (What you want?)
On a Delta plane sippin'
I got pints in there (O oh)
Get that motherf*ckin' money
That's my type of shit (yeah)
I'll open up the spot and work the shift
(Me) nigga get it out the mud
I was cursed with this (Huh?)
Tryna take that dirty money and just go legit
Really I been going light
It get worse than this (Worse)
Man, that Palm Angels V, it was worth the zip
Glizzy for you thirsty niggas
I'll squirt the clip (Grrra)
Watch me stand up on a
Peddle tryna burn the strip
I can have that bag on
From the first to fifth (Huh?)
I got Louis on my hip, I got Gucci on my brim
(I got Gucci on my)
I just popped two RPs, tryna murk the bitch
(Tryna murk the bitch)
I got groupies on my dick
It's a movie when I'm there
(I got, I got groupies on me)

It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up, Po' that bih back)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)

I wore Louis' to the ninth grade
(What?) , my first day (yeah)
Being middleman and made a
Hunnid my first play (Man)
Ran it up and blowin' cake, my birthday
(What?) forever on but I'm never off
But my shirt say it
What bag you in, how you tryna play it?
I ain't gotta say it
It ain't that, I don't wanna talk
Money conversations
I got hunnids on my mind
I got bitches in rotation (Blue)
Just brought you for the sex
You think we goin' on vacation? (Uh, uh)
You can be a witness, look
You can see greatness (Look)
UNC 1's with the Off White laces
Plays be too much
I'm in love with blue faces
For a blue run, we ran it up off blue pages
(Damn)

It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
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(Classics)
I know somebody who want the bitches
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(yeah)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Ayy)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(I ain't got forty-five man)
It get real in the field, better tighten up

Why you bring her to the club?
She can't ride with us (Come on)
Why you callin' all yo'
Friends? You excited, huh?
(You excited) f*ck a tape, promote the bag
What's the price on them? (What you want?)
On a Delta plane sippin'
I got pints in there (O oh)
Get that motherf*ckin' money
That's my type of shit (yeah)
I'll open up the spot and work the shift
(Me) nigga get it out the mud
I was cursed with this (Huh?)
Tryna take that dirty money and just go legit
Really I been going light
It get worse than this (Worse)
Man, that Palm Angels V, it was worth the zip
Glizzy for you thirsty niggas
I'll squirt the clip (Grrra)
Watch me stand up on a
Peddle tryna burn the strip
I can have that bag on
From the first to fifth (Huh?)
I got Louis on my hip, I got Gucci on my brim
(I got Gucci on my)
I just popped two RPs, tryna murk the bitch
(Tryna murk the bitch)
I got groupies on my dick
It's a movie when I'm there
(I got, I got groupies on me)

It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up, Po' that bih back)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)

I wore Louis' to the ninth grade
(What?) , my first day (yeah)
Being middleman and made a
Hunnid my first play (Man)
Ran it up and blowin' cake, my birthday
(What?) forever on but I'm never off
But my shirt say it
What bag you in, how you tryna play it?
I ain't gotta say it
It ain't that, I don't wanna talk
Money conversations
I got hunnids on my mind
I got bitches in rotation (Blue)
Just brought you for the sex
You think we goin' on vacation? (Uh, uh)
You can be a witness, look
You can see greatness (Look)
UNC 1's with the Off White laces
Plays be too much
I'm in love with blue faces
For a blue run, we ran it up off blue pages
(Damn)

It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
It get real in the field, better tighten up
(Tighten up)
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Writer: BRIAN MCFADDEN, GUY CHAMBERS
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