CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Real

(Jai Beats on the track, boy)
(Young Producers)

I asked my ex why she lied to me
She told me, "Unfoonk, why you play me?"
I told that b*t*h please stop lyin'
Hey, check the Rollie, b*t*h, it's my time
It's Slime Mob 'til the death of me
Don't say you love me if you won't kill for me
I see my haters on the sideline
Heaven taught me I'm in top five

Mob ties, reached a mil'
I did that sh*t without a deal
I swear to God I'm in tears
I gotta tell you how it feel
I keep the glizzy on the side of me
I know these n***as plan on robbin' me
And please tell these n***as don't try
Play with me, get put on FOX 5
I got a bad b*t*h rollin' in a high
Told that b*t*h is she gon' ride or die?
She looked me in my eyes, said, "Foonk, baby, I'm slidin'"
Then peaced me up and said, "Baby, I'm ridin' with Slime"

I asked my ex why she lied to me
She told me, "Unfoonk, why you play me?"
I told that b*t*h please stop lyin'
Hey, check the Rollie, b*t*h, it's my time
It's Slime Mob 'til the death of me
Don't say you love me if you won't kill for me
I see my haters on the sideline
Heaven taught me I'm in top five

Everything slime, keep it real
My n***a guard me with a shield
I keep this Draco, n***a, pardon how you talk to me
I swear to God, I'm in tears
My ex can only see me virtually
Keep this sh*t one thousand
Jimmy trousers, Chrome Heart transparent
2010, first murder cost 'bout ten
Racks just to spend, you can tell by the way I grin
And I been Chrome Heartin' it, f**k is a bargin?
Came in this b*t*h with twins, my n***a, no Mr. Rogers
I ran up me some racks and put my ho in a 'Rari
Got a forty-pointer bracelet on my wrist, I'm sorry
I ain't tryna do you like that (No)
But you took my dawg, and then my dawg get her body right
I can get him killed twenty times 'cause my money righteous
n***as can't walk a mile in my f**kin' Nikes, yeah

I asked my ex why she lied to me
She told me, "Unfoonk, why you play me?"
I told that b*t*h please stop lyin'
Hey, check the Rollie, b*t*h, it's my time
It's Slime Mob 'til the death of me
Don't say you love me if you won't kill for me
I see my haters on the sideline
Heaven taught me I'm in top five

Mob ties, reached a mil'
I did that sh*t without a deal
I swear to God I'm in tears
I gotta tell you how it feel