Mine Real lyrics

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz]
Pop that pus*y for a papi, lunch at Noble, bring hot saki
Don't wheelie on Kawasakis, only Hayabusas
My bad b*tches don't smoke no hookah
Hookers be on point, Uncle Sam read my lips
Understand you know, you know, you like Bodega Bamz
Call me god, Uncle sham
p*ssed 'em off now they can't stand me
Nose, I got that candy
More I got that mandate, yo dare me
No reggie, only sour, shooters semi's
Automatics I got plenty
Loaded Remington, chill on Lexington
I make these b*tches c*m, I got your wifey sprung
She don't get no ones, that bird just get these crumbs
I live the life of a heffer, all these workers my sons

[Hook x8]
What your life 'bout homie
Mines, mines real

[Verse 2: Da$H]
Dillinger to desperado, skin look like I'm born in Cairo
Pyromaniac, getting brainiac from this former model
Bottle to my lips, Henny sips until I p*ss it out
Kid with clout putting that George Jung in your women snout
Then I'm up outta there, homerun
My outer wear look like your favorite store front
I step out and they applaud him
Chick is seeing they adore him
Posters on they f*cking wall, f*ck 'em all
Then like New Years I drop 'em like the f*cking ball
Real God like, preachers say I'm blasphemous
Clorox on the Ox cause I don't mix beef with the rapping sh*t
Money come fast but my body off that Actavis
Director calling cut for all you n*ggas out here acting b*tch
[Hook x8]
What your life 'bout homie
Mines, mines real