Future - Mo Reala Lyrics
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Mo Reala
Mo Reala Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Mo Reala By Future?
Zaytoven
Super You can feel the pain on a young nigga you hear me? Future Hendix Young rich nigga Fucking bad bitches That's all I know (that's all I know) What up It's sad to say that Hendrix This couldn't be love, man This couldn't be love Check out the way I be glistening yah Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all F*ck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than y'all A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out Niggas talk shit, ain't gon' never be found Counting it up and I'm losing the count F*ck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around We get that guap, ain't no fucking around Ice overload, this ain't regular ice Hop on a private, ain't regular flights Smash on your hoe, this is everyday life I filled the safe up from cooking the white Fall out the Pyrex, the cake and the bowl Used to the fame, ya'll ain't taking my soul Came in the game, I was hot as a stove Pour out some lean, I'm trynna let it go Rocking Celine from her head to her toes Fur on her back, in the summer she cold VVs gon' light up and glisten, they glow Blinding your eyesight, you never gon' see Came out the 6, damn, my diamonds on fleek I made a mill in the middle of the week I sell a chicken in the middle of the street When I drop a tape the murder rate increase F*ck all that poppin,' I stay with some bands Shawty so yellow, she stay with a tan Diamonds on me, got some rocks on my hand F*ck the police, gotta stay with the can I drop the top off a regular Wraith Shawty on Perc, this a drug addict date I got the torch, I can't give it away Ain't no remorse, you get hit in the face Check out the way I be glistening yah Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all F*ck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than y'all A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out Niggas talk shit, ain't gon' never be found Counting it up and I'm losing the count F*ck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around We get that guap, ain't no fucking around Four-door Bugatti, you mention a G Brand new Millennium, might hit the streets I stacked it up, get to having a feast I racked it up like Serena with me Like it's Venus with me Got the Nina with me We screaming 'Freebandz,' this money ain't free I cook it up, I'ma cook up a key When I cook up a key, I'ma charge you a fee I did it first, it ain't none but a trend Swerve on a curb, it ain't none but a Benz I was on 2 two then I took it to 10 Keep in one thou, rep the gang in the pen' Shoot at the police, ain't coming back home Down for my crew if they right or they're wrong Get to that money, that's all I condone Shoot at your top, you ain't fucking with homes We hit the block, had a bag full of stones Jugged off a bale before I made a song They ain't gon' tell you how I got it on I'm not a failure, I'm deep in my zone Paraphernalia, I serve you a chrome Super exclusive when I put it on We getting zooted where I'm coming from Toasting that lean like it's Dom Perignon Check out the way I be glistening yah Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all F*ck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than y'all A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out Niggas talk shit, ain't gon' never be found Counting it up and I'm losing the count F*ck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around We get that guap, ain't no fucking around (Yeah) Young rich nigga Fucking bad bitches That's all I know (that's all I know) It's sad to say that |
Who Wrote Mo Reala By Future?
Xavier Dotson, Nayvadius Wilburn
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What's The Duration Of The Mo Reala By Future?The duration of Mo Reala is 4:38 minutes and seconds. |
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