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Real N****s In The Building Lyrics - Quality Street Music - Dj Drama

Put your hands up its a stick up 

Put my dick in her mouth now she got the hickups 

Used to work at magic city 

Now she work at pinup 

Blounts in the air 

I had to buy a sticker 

20 bitches in the VIP just twisted 

Pulled her tity and her homegirl licked it 

Quez can I get a holaback or mention 

Yea if you let me be your dentist 

Black girl white girl missing like a chemist 

Left cheek right cheek flip it like a gymnist 

And niggas can't come we only need the women 

No need to boost your bitch 

She better get with the pimpin' pimpin' 

 

All the bad bitches in the VIP room 

A nigga dressed up in the buildin' 

All the bitches out there tonight 

One of them might have my children 

 

All the bad bitches in the VIP room 

A nigga dressed up in the buildin' 

And if your on the dance floor motherfucker let go 

And put your motherfuckin' hands to the ceilin' 

 

Ugh Real nigga in the buildin shots everywhere 

K-killaz in the buildin' 

Fuck a nigga if she willin 

MILF hunter, mama have some motherfuckin' children 

Eastside nigga neva break down 

2 cars big 20 bitches on 8 tires 

You niggas ain't up in my weight class 

Teacher give me head tell her the students like wait class 

Catch a main bitch rollin' 

Nosy ass niggas goin' off the coca-cola 

Pull up in that rollet 

Lookin' like I called it 

Same team ho 

You niggas Lamar Odom 

I be that nigga at his next 

Pullin' pennies out my pocket 

Gettin' head in the vet 

Don't you pay me in a check 

Nigga pay me with respect 

While I'm layin with yo next, got her wet 

 

All the bad bitches in the VIP room 

A nigga dressed up in the buildin' 

All the bitches out there tonight 

One of them might have my children 

 

Real niggas in the buildin' bitch whats up 

Money bein' throwed you fucked nigga shut up 

This ho that ho all wanna go 

T-bags ho put balls in her throat 

Girls act magic, girls act honest 

Girls act violent the hoes get money 

(Where you be at) In the fiat rollin' up a blount 

All that ass I can see it from the front 

Tell her do a stunt abra-ca-da-bra 

She said she out of breath workin like she got air 

Tongue ring I'm diggin' that shit 

Put a stack on your, you can't do it on a dick 

She bring it back and she make it clap like that 

Get from her mama its why her ass so fat 

Million dollar niggas tell them bitches came to see us 

Cash in the dinem buy them bitches margeritas 

 

All the bad bitches in the VIP room 

A nigga dressed up in the buildin' 

All the bitches out there tonight 

One of them might have my children 

 

Ugh a real nigga just steped in the buildin' 

A couple bottles couple models just chillin' 

I'm sorry baby I got no feelins 

I'm 21 and I ain't got no children 

I'm a flirt you say that's yo bitch 

Took her home so she can suck that suck that 

I wish she might got a couple niggas with me 

Don't take no shit nigga fuck that fuck that 

But anyway I'm chillin' in that fiat 

Big house big cars big cheddar 

Ride drop top even in the winter 

I got a couple bitches kissin' on this bitch 

Like this like that kissin' the front but huggin in the back 

I know this bitch better have my sack and we some real niggas we don't handle like that 

 

All the bad bitches in the VIP room 

A nigga dressed up in the buildin' 

All the bitches out there tonight 

One of them might have my children 

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