real niggas in the building lyrics – dj drama

“real n*gg*s in the building”
(feat. travis porter and kirko bangz)

[travis porter:]
put your hands up its a stick up
put my d*ck 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 b*tches in the vip just twisted
pulled her t*ty 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 n*gg*s can’t come we only need the women
no need to boost your b*tch
she better get with the pimpin’ pimpin’

all the bad b*tches in the vip room
a n*gg* dressed up in the buildin’
all the b*tches out there tonight
1 of them might have my children

all the bad b*tches in the vip room
a n*gg* dressed up in the buildin’
and if your on the dance floor motherf*cker let go
and put your motherf*ckin’ hands to the ceilin’

[dj drama:]
ugh real n*gg* in the buildin shots everywhere
k-killaz in the buildin’
f*ck a n*gg* if she willin
milf hunter, mama have some motherf*ckin’ children
eastside n*gg* neva break down
2 cars big 20 b*tches on 8 tires
you n*gg*s ain’t up in my wieghtcl*ss
teacher give me head tell her the students like wait cl*ss
catch a main b*tch rollin’
nozy *ss n*gg*s goin’ off the coca-cola
pull up in that rollet
lookin’ like i called it
same team ho
you n*gg*s lamar odom
i be that n*gg* at his next
pullin’ pennies out my pocket
gettin’ head in the vet
don’t you pay me in a check
n*gg* pay me with respect
while i’m layin with yo next, got her wet


[kirko bangz:]
real n*gg*s in the buildin’ b*tch whats up
money bein’ throwed you f*cked n*gg* shut up
this ho that ho all wanna go
t-bags ho put b*lls 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 *ss 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 sh*t
put a stack on your, you can’t do it on a d*ck
she bring it back and she make it clap like that
get from her mama its why her *ss so fat
million dollar n*gg*s tell them b*tches came to see us
cash in the dinem buy them b*tches margeritas


[travis porter:]
ugh a real n*gg* 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 thats yo b*tch
took her home so she can suck that suck that
i wish she might got a couple n*gg*s with me
don’t take no sh*t n*gg* f*ck that f*ck 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 b*tches kissin’ on this b*tch
like this like that kissin’ the front but huggin in the back
i know this b*tch better have my sack and we some real n*gg*s we don’t handle like that


/ dj drama lyrics