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Plies The Real Testament

*** me Your friend wanted me too, that?s why she can't stand me It's your print in your jeans what got my attention A real *** in your life is all you

that?s how you feel If that?s gon? make you feel better then go on and do it, hell You asked me ?bout the lil? panties shit and I kept it real Know

Car full of choppers and everybody quiet A car full of goons and everybody certified And if you froze up last time you can't ride It's goin? down tonight

lived You talkin? *** but you don?t understand what real is When it came to you *** I woulda killed But it was my fault *** I kept it too real I broke

together, ya?ll just alike And ya?ll kopin' from that fuck nigga and buyin' pipes How you break bread wit a nigga da you know trife? These niggas go from real

Hey, Mama, know I ain't never tell you this before But it really hurt me knowin' I'm runnin' you crazy I wanna talk to you real quick My momma told me

Bra if yo cash ain't right, right now dawg Shit just fucked up right now dawg you done took A lost when a bitch don't wanna give you nothin' Dawg tellin

Ay I Like To Welcome All You Mothaf**Kers To The Real Testament This Where The Truth Get Told And Bullshit Ain't Tolerated Before I Sell My Soul I'll

ass cracker give a nigga a hundred years Have ya mama leavin' out the courtroom in tears Crackers don't love to have a nigga breathin' for real Take