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IRL lyrics

Performer Okami

IRL song lyrics by Okami official

IRL is a song in English

Bless these nigga heart I'm the baddest around
Always reppin the Bronx, fighting like Pacquiao
I'm the nigga, go figure, got you feelin me out
Got a different swag, different flow, what's that about?
I'm dripped out nigga got some ice on me now
Spaghetti straps off the shoulder what I call dress down
Got ya bitch and she rich, sayin she my type of lick tho
Shaking ass, money moves
Take it off, what money do
I'm a menace, cuz I'm Dennis
Slow it down speeding up I could show you how to whip it
If you can't take the heat, you staying out the fucking kitchen
Word
Smoking on the strongest strain
Made a flat Stanley claim
Couldn't move, wake me up
Glad I made it out the game
Solid nigga, bitch I'm fort noxin
Knocking niggas down when I box em
Shoot in ya face, I'm James harden
All ya niggas hatin they be saltin
Niggas see me getting cheese
Counting up all of the green
Bitches can't in between
Me myself and lettuce leaf
I'm dream a better dream
Dream like Martin luther king
All my brothers getting cream
12 under the wing
Big bees I gotta sting
Never missing when I swing
Be myself I'm doing me
Yall niggas played out like a mothafuckin scene
I'm just Rolling with the gang gang
All we do is maintain
Niggas trynna find fame
I'm just trynna chase a bag
Tell a bitch sit down when she say she can't stand me
I'm so high like a plane that's never landing
I'm fly like a eagle, I'm expensive like a plan b
If it ain't work, imma practice til it's plan z
Yeah!
Blacking out, think I'm going crazy
Life was just so damn amazing
Didn't know I could do this
Dirty dude like Patrick Swayze
Bullets fly, you know I laid em
Just because some nigga paid me
Dancing on ya homie grave
Shoot my shit, what's shakin
Cop just came, and tried to chase me
Get footloose like Kevin Bacon
Blazin on ya opps and maidens
Thinking that this shits a game
I lay you out, that demon slain
Niggas being sweet, call that nigga fruit roll up
Getting to the money feeling like a bankroller
Me vs me and the nigga got the pole up
Break a mirror down, now a nigga got no luck
& no love
Money drying tears so you know I give no fucks
Seedy type of nigga giving out a buck fitty
Flip a pack get it back my niggas rolling with me
Dove shit, we don't really do it for the love shit
Thugg shit, they hate us getting guns shit
Smoking on this L, just to get dub quick
& I keep the girls buzzin
Bring ya best friend I ain't fucking on ya cousin
Not feeling the nonsense
I'm off the Teremana
Even as a youngin I was telling women climb up
The balcony, Come through the top door my mom is sleep
Now you knowing all the D
D for detail, my girl bring sweet tail
Feeling on me like Okami ain't real.
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Dennis Bonilla
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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