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Worm4ef - Reality Lyrics



Worm4ef - Reality Lyrics




Bopete cookin' up the sauce
Mhmmmm

I get so high I come to reality
I get so high I come to reality
I get so high I come

Hmm hunnid bands I'm tryna make week stayed up all night trying to make it my reality

All my diamonds clarity
Tired rockin Hanes had to put Gucci on my tee

Fake niggas envy me almost gave up Had to push it just like T
You my gang so you stay with me

Don't dream about doing shit make it to our reality
F*ck the opps, f*ck the judge, f*ck the law
When I got shot moms cried the worst thing I saw

Room so cold my ice on freeze
When I get high I come to reality

Oh ahhh
When I step give the bop up like you got strep

Hurry up put some step in yo pep
I gotta count this money babygirl no less than 1500 on my shoes

When I step out with designer all these hoes drool can't play me like no fool
I'm running to the money with the gang no we can't loose
I see you in the club popping all them bottles she went out sad with a dub
I ain't soft lil bitch no hugs T.L.C on y'all hoes some f*cking scrubs

Can't give my nigga Qball no bail locked him up for robbery do it again
I know you ain't go fail

We falling victims in these streets
Swear I ain't got issues spending two bands on my feet

How you go fail on me I feel like Pac against the world Makaveli on me

Same girl from back then she gone ride for me stayed down
Till we came up she gone die for me please don't lie on me

Ahhhhh
We go make it our reality stress free smoking gas living care free
Look at me babygirl this yo reality this my reality
Uh Ah
We go make it our reality stress free smoking gas living care free
Look at me babygirl this yo reality this my reality
Hunnid bands I'm tryna make week stayed up all night trying to make it my reality
All my diamonds clarity tired rockin Hanes had to put Gucci on my tee

Fake niggas envy me almost gave up Had to push it just like T
You my Gang so you stay with me

Don't dream about doing shit make it to our reality
F*ck the opps, f*ck the judge, f*ck the law (F*ck em f*ck em)
When I got shot moms cried the worst thing I saw

Room so cold my ice on freeze
When I get high I come to reality

Oh ahhh
When I come to reality hmmm when I come to reality

Get so I high I come to to reality
Hmmmm ahhhh

Hmm ahhh
Hmm ahhh
Mhmmmm
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Bopete cookin' up the sauce
Mhmmmm

I get so high I come to reality
I get so high I come to reality
I get so high I come

Hmm hunnid bands I'm tryna make week stayed up all night trying to make it my reality

All my diamonds clarity
Tired rockin Hanes had to put Gucci on my tee

Fake niggas envy me almost gave up Had to push it just like T
You my gang so you stay with me

Don't dream about doing shit make it to our reality
F*ck the opps, f*ck the judge, f*ck the law
When I got shot moms cried the worst thing I saw

Room so cold my ice on freeze
When I get high I come to reality

Oh ahhh
When I step give the bop up like you got strep

Hurry up put some step in yo pep
I gotta count this money babygirl no less than 1500 on my shoes

When I step out with designer all these hoes drool can't play me like no fool
I'm running to the money with the gang no we can't loose
I see you in the club popping all them bottles she went out sad with a dub
I ain't soft lil bitch no hugs T.L.C on y'all hoes some f*cking scrubs

Can't give my nigga Qball no bail locked him up for robbery do it again
I know you ain't go fail

We falling victims in these streets
Swear I ain't got issues spending two bands on my feet

How you go fail on me I feel like Pac against the world Makaveli on me

Same girl from back then she gone ride for me stayed down
Till we came up she gone die for me please don't lie on me

Ahhhhh
We go make it our reality stress free smoking gas living care free
Look at me babygirl this yo reality this my reality
Uh Ah
We go make it our reality stress free smoking gas living care free
Look at me babygirl this yo reality this my reality
Hunnid bands I'm tryna make week stayed up all night trying to make it my reality
All my diamonds clarity tired rockin Hanes had to put Gucci on my tee

Fake niggas envy me almost gave up Had to push it just like T
You my Gang so you stay with me

Don't dream about doing shit make it to our reality
F*ck the opps, f*ck the judge, f*ck the law (F*ck em f*ck em)
When I got shot moms cried the worst thing I saw

Room so cold my ice on freeze
When I get high I come to reality

Oh ahhh
When I come to reality hmmm when I come to reality

Get so I high I come to to reality
Hmmmm ahhhh

Hmm ahhh
Hmm ahhh
Mhmmmm
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Writer: De'Onte Smith
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