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Odd Future - Real Bitch (feat. Mellowhype & Taco)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hodgy Beats
Hodgy Beats
Vocals
Left Brain
Left Brain
Vocals
Taco
Taco
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Bennett
Travis Bennett
Songwriter
Vyron Turner
Vyron Turner
Songwriter
Gerard Long
Gerard Long
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Left Brain
Left Brain
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Sydney Bennett
Sydney Bennett
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm tired of these hoes (hoes) I need a real b*tch To handle all the things That I don't wanna deal with, oh I said I need a real b*tch She buys her own accessories, and her heels sick That's a real b*tch She really want me a lot, but she kills dick Now that's a real b*tch, and I'm a real n*gga And we the realest F*ck real estate, we in the realest state Counting paper bills behind the bill of gates Peak out my Left Eye, look at her Chilli face Could this be TLC, or is it really hate I need a, I need a real b*tch Where my b*tches at? Where my b*tches at? Yeah, man, a real b*tch She come home Cook a nice little meal for a n*gga, you know what I'm sayin' A real b*tch Don't motherf*cking run her mouth and sh*t, you know what I mean Real b*tches wash the dishes, you know what I mean Real b*tches Help out to pay the bills and sh*t You know what I'm saying Give a n*gga a massage when they come home from a long day at work Some real b*tch sh*t Where my real b*tches at? I need a real b*tch Who can make french toast and suck dick She's 5'6" with firm tits Went to UCLA until she met my dick You wanted to be a doctor? I bet you did But if if was a fifth then you wouldn't be my b*tch Making steak and bacon, that's your job, you stupid trick Your daddy's rich, indeed, now please hit your knees My d*ck won't suck itself If it wasn't for my cock, you would have bad health You crave my junk Kick-box lessons so you won't get pregnant I pull that bastard out myself, on some real n*gga sh*t I trap, you suck, and the world f*cking spins Swag, swag, swag, swag Riding with my b*tch and you know she hella chill Coachella, front row, baby girl pop a pill Show me how you feel, b*tch keep it real Swag Um, a real b*tch Let me see She gotta have her own swag Which means she's setting trends for all the b*tches out there I see you Um, a real b*tch She has to have Her own motherf*cking vehicle And of course she paying for that motherf*cker cause she a real b*tch You know what I'm saying, she handle her own business A real b*tch Don't play no games at all Don't say no names Don't say no pillow talk up in this motherf*cker Wolf Gang needs real b*tches Swag, swag, swag And a real b*tch gotta know how to roll my weed up
Writer(s): Gerard Long, Travis Bennett, Vyron Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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