Yeah, yeh
Ayo, the real ones, it's time
It's time, the real ones
You get on with life as a Rapper
You're a Hating kinda person
You like Flipping bricks on Sundays
You like Stacking Up in the week
You like to contemplate Money
But when you start to daydream
Your mind turns out straight to Witches
Oh oh oh!
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Yeah
You like to use words like 'Flip it'
You like to use words like 'Get it'
You like to use words bout Money
But when you stop your talking
Your mind turns straight to Witches
Oh oh oh!
Yeah, yeah, let's get it
Nigga
You like to hang out with Juicy
You like to kick back with Sanchez
But when left alone
Your mind turns straight to Witches
You're not too fond of Bugging
You really hate Thugging
But you just think back to Witches
And you're happy once again
Oh oh oh!
The box drops deep as does my head
I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the brother of spread
Beyond the walls of cars, life is defined
I think of hope when I'm in a miami state of mind
Hope the bed got some spread
My lead don't like no dirty red
Run up to the read and get the shed
In a Miami state of mind
What more could you ask for? The amazing box?
You complain about being broke
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the equinox
I'm rappin' to the rock
And I'm gonna move your block
Stupid, big, crazy, like a stick
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dick
Yeah
I can't take the broke, can't take the key
I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no sea
I'm rappin' to the block
And I'm gonna move your rock
Yea, yaz, in a Miami state of mind
When I was young my brother had a pox
I waz kicked out without no ox
I never thought I'd see that fox
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's orthodox.
A super heart is quite the start
Thinking of hope, yea, thinking of hope
Shoop-shoop!
Do they love Hoodie more than Black?
Do they love Hoodie more than Black?
They're not too fond of Laughing
They really hate losing card games
But they just think back to Hoodie
And they're happy once again
Nigga
Lil Pablo Richies - REAL ONES Lyrics
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Yeah, yeh
Ayo, the real ones, it's time
It's time, the real ones
You get on with life as a Rapper
You're a Hating kinda person
You like Flipping bricks on Sundays
You like Stacking Up in the week
You like to contemplate Money
But when you start to daydream
Your mind turns out straight to Witches
Oh oh oh!
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Yeah
You like to use words like 'Flip it'
You like to use words like 'Get it'
You like to use words bout Money
But when you stop your talking
Your mind turns straight to Witches
Oh oh oh!
Yeah, yeah, let's get it
Nigga
You like to hang out with Juicy
You like to kick back with Sanchez
But when left alone
Your mind turns straight to Witches
You're not too fond of Bugging
You really hate Thugging
But you just think back to Witches
And you're happy once again
Oh oh oh!
The box drops deep as does my head
I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the brother of spread
Beyond the walls of cars, life is defined
I think of hope when I'm in a miami state of mind
Hope the bed got some spread
My lead don't like no dirty red
Run up to the read and get the shed
In a Miami state of mind
What more could you ask for? The amazing box?
You complain about being broke
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the equinox
I'm rappin' to the rock
And I'm gonna move your block
Stupid, big, crazy, like a stick
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dick
Yeah
I can't take the broke, can't take the key
I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no sea
I'm rappin' to the block
And I'm gonna move your rock
Yea, yaz, in a Miami state of mind
When I was young my brother had a pox
I waz kicked out without no ox
I never thought I'd see that fox
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's orthodox.
A super heart is quite the start
Thinking of hope, yea, thinking of hope
Shoop-shoop!
Do they love Hoodie more than Black?
Do they love Hoodie more than Black?
They're not too fond of Laughing
They really hate losing card games
But they just think back to Hoodie
And they're happy once again
Nigga
Ayo, the real ones, it's time
It's time, the real ones
You get on with life as a Rapper
You're a Hating kinda person
You like Flipping bricks on Sundays
You like Stacking Up in the week
You like to contemplate Money
But when you start to daydream
Your mind turns out straight to Witches
Oh oh oh!
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Do you love Witches more than Money?
Yeah
You like to use words like 'Flip it'
You like to use words like 'Get it'
You like to use words bout Money
But when you stop your talking
Your mind turns straight to Witches
Oh oh oh!
Yeah, yeah, let's get it
Nigga
You like to hang out with Juicy
You like to kick back with Sanchez
But when left alone
Your mind turns straight to Witches
You're not too fond of Bugging
You really hate Thugging
But you just think back to Witches
And you're happy once again
Oh oh oh!
The box drops deep as does my head
I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the brother of spread
Beyond the walls of cars, life is defined
I think of hope when I'm in a miami state of mind
Hope the bed got some spread
My lead don't like no dirty red
Run up to the read and get the shed
In a Miami state of mind
What more could you ask for? The amazing box?
You complain about being broke
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the equinox
I'm rappin' to the rock
And I'm gonna move your block
Stupid, big, crazy, like a stick
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dick
Yeah
I can't take the broke, can't take the key
I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no sea
I'm rappin' to the block
And I'm gonna move your rock
Yea, yaz, in a Miami state of mind
When I was young my brother had a pox
I waz kicked out without no ox
I never thought I'd see that fox
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's orthodox.
A super heart is quite the start
Thinking of hope, yea, thinking of hope
Shoop-shoop!
Do they love Hoodie more than Black?
Do they love Hoodie more than Black?
They're not too fond of Laughing
They really hate losing card games
But they just think back to Hoodie
And they're happy once again
Nigga
Writer: Lil Richies
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