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lirik lagu meek mill - real n***** come first

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see real n-ggas come first cause we men of respect
and do what we want in these streets
and dope boys come second
’cause money make the motherf-cking world go round
and fly n-ggas come third cause he might ain’t got no money
but he still can pull the baddest b-tch in the building
we k!lling these streets n-gga
treat the motherf-cking ghost like a grand marquis
walk up with at least 20 deep and we order a feast

i come straight from the ghetto
i’m ballin hard as i wanna
and i’m thankful as ever that we ain’t all on the corner
got that death in the system, yeah the refs with the whistles
cause these suckas is foul they disrespect us we hit em’
n-ggas claiming they real, they wrist and neck ain’t official
they got me out in the field, a n-gga back on his gristle
going hard with them hammers my n-ggas all in the slammer
n-ggas want catch me slippin’ but i don’t walk on bananas
i’m out here strapped-er than velcro, and no i don’t sell dough
but i spit that raw sh-t, it’s like i sell c0ke
put one in your head n-gga like right where the sh-ll go
got one in the chamber, yea we on point like an elbow
bulletproof range when i pull it shoot thangs
hit em close range, let him feel the blue flame
every month i buy a new car, a new chain
and i don’t never f-ck no bummy hoes that count they loose change

real n-gga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
fly n-gga come third and i keep birds all in my words (in my words)
i keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that sh-t bad for my nerves)
real b-tches come first (first), bad b-tches come second (second)
freak b-tches come third and i keep birds all in my words
i got percs all in my system and apple juice in my syrup
and these suckers talkin’ this money sh-t, y’all n-ggas got some nerve

i try to keep my b-tches all on lay away (lay away)
and if you f-ck me good, you getting paid today (paid today)
this aude on my wrist, it cost me 80k
and i ain’t got no ice in it, rollin’ out the light tinted
so these n-ggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti)
i get what i wanna (wanna), like i own a genie (genie)
n-ggas hating on me (on me)
know they wanna be me, at the table with my n-ggas, eatin’ lobster & linguine
and that p-ssy smell like fiji
boy, i’ll just go swimming
everything be foreign from the porsche’s to the women
up early in the morning, with the coca, trying to flip it
nigas say they want the money but they don’t wanna go and get it
that’s why real n-gga come first (first), dope boy come second (second)
fly n-gga come third and i was out there on that curb
with that mailbox so close with me, i’m picture word that i’m worth
talkin late nights you don’t play right, that kitchen wearin that work
go!

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