"Real One" lyrics
Quavo & Rich The Kid Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Wake up, count the knots, bet I'm clean
Turn her up, we in our own lane, she turn to a fiend
She turn to a fiend
Let's go
Huh, two-fifty, this a real one
Bad bitch, all that shit I spent, she gon' kill some'
Chrome Heart pants, covered up, I'm tryna kill some'
Bitch suck the dick in four minutes, she the real one (Yeah)
Soon as they hit the spot, bet they gone, I'm tryna peel some'
Huh, can't keep my hands to myself, I'm tryna feel some' (Woo, hit)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some'
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some'
Wall to wall, baby squeeze in, this shit loaded (Squeeze)
Turn me up, high as hell, the bitch going (I'm geeked)
Ain't none but some pussy, she promote it (I'm for real)
On the dick, she taking off like she stole it (Skrrt)
Take some good pictures, can't like it when you post it (Flash)
Camouflage, blend in, she a soldier (Blend in)
Unlock the door, it's 5 a.m. when I come over (Come on)
In the morning, I'ma give it to her like Folgers (Go)
Put her on a poster (Yee), you lookin' for the bitch?
I done fucked her, bent her over (Yee, yee)
That bitch so pretty, let her cry on my shoulder (On my shoulder)
I let her hold the Glock when 12 pull me over
I'd rather back the Rolls, one day, hop in the Rover
She like to dance, she made a TikTok on the dick (Yeah, yeah)
Lookin' her in her eyes, I'm fucking her, she told me spit (Told me spit)
No cap, Huncho handlin' it off the strength ('Cho)
I fuck with you, so trim (Go)
Huh, two-fifty, this a real one
Bad bitch, all that shit I spent, she gon' kill some'
Chrome Heart pants, covered up, I'm tryna kill some'
Bitch suck the dick in four minutes, she the real one (Yeah)
Soon as they hit the spot, bet they gone, I'm tryna peel some'
Huh, can't keep my hands to myself, I'm tryna feel some' (Woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Yeah, woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Yeah)
Yeah
Wake up, count the knots, bet I'm clean
Turn her up, we in our own lane, she turn to a fiend
She turn to a fiend
Let's go
Huh, two-fifty, this a real one
Bad bitch, all that shit I spent, she gon' kill some'
Chrome Heart pants, covered up, I'm tryna kill some'
Bitch suck the dick in four minutes, she the real one (Yeah)
Soon as they hit the spot, bet they gone, I'm tryna peel some'
Huh, can't keep my hands to myself, I'm tryna feel some' (Woo, hit)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some'
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some'
Wall to wall, baby squeeze in, this shit loaded (Squeeze)
Turn me up, high as hell, the bitch going (I'm geeked)
Ain't none but some pussy, she promote it (I'm for real)
On the dick, she taking off like she stole it (Skrrt)
Take some good pictures, can't like it when you post it (Flash)
Camouflage, blend in, she a soldier (Blend in)
Unlock the door, it's 5 a.m. when I come over (Come on)
In the morning, I'ma give it to her like Folgers (Go)
Put her on a poster (Yee), you lookin' for the bitch?
I done fucked her, bent her over (Yee, yee)
That bitch so pretty, let her cry on my shoulder (On my shoulder)
I let her hold the Glock when 12 pull me over
I'd rather back the Rolls, one day, hop in the Rover
She like to dance, she made a TikTok on the dick (Yeah, yeah)
Lookin' her in her eyes, I'm fucking her, she told me spit (Told me spit)
No cap, Huncho handlin' it off the strength ('Cho)
I fuck with you, so trim (Go)
Huh, two-fifty, this a real one
Bad bitch, all that shit I spent, she gon' kill some'
Chrome Heart pants, covered up, I'm tryna kill some'
Bitch suck the dick in four minutes, she the real one (Yeah)
Soon as they hit the spot, bet they gone, I'm tryna peel some'
Huh, can't keep my hands to myself, I'm tryna feel some' (Woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Yeah, woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Woo)
Tryna feel some', tryna feel some' (Yeah)
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Benjamin Michael Odell Miller, Duprie Dekane Monroe, Dimitri Roger, Resendez Abelardo Javier Jr Tamez
