The Main - Fo' Real Lyrics

Lets go, yeah, hey
(TKee really did that)
Sell out the show, for real
Fuck on your hoe, for real
I'llGrow out the fro, for real
We'll fuck on the low, for real
All bout bitches and clothes, for real
Bring my girl down to Soho, yeah, yeah, yeah
Down to Soho
I know I've cheated on girls before
Not because I was getting bored
All I wanted was more
More than I already had
Now you probably think I'm bad
But I ain't, no I ain't
I'm a lover not a fighter
You know I'll fight for what I love
Boutta put this shit above
Above everything else
Or else none of this will sell, sell
Sell out the show, for real
Fuck on your hoe, for real
Grow out the fro, for real
We'll fuck on the low, for real
All bout bitches and clothes, for real
Bring my girl down to Soho
Bring your girl down to Soho
(That's my hoe now)
Be careful what you wish for
Nobody really wanna be poor
Money is all that they want
Rappers, that's all that they flaunt
Boutta put y'all niggas on
On the low
Lowkey want you to kill me
Me and you, no we ain't cool
Cool beats that turn these words to heat
Heat up the game with all these flames
Flame the haters, but you can't blame the haters
Haters gonna hate
Alligators gonna agitate
Potatoes gonna be lazy
But not me, you what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna sell out the show, for real
Fuck on your hoe, for real
Grow out the fro, for real
We'll fuck on the low, for real
All bout bitches and clothes, for real
Bring my girl down to Soho
Bring my girl down to Soho
Fo' real
I'm gonna sell out the show, for real
Fuck on your hoe, for real
Grow out the fro, for real
We'll fuck on the low, for real
All bout bitches and clothes, for real
Bring my girl down to Soho
Bring my girl down to Soho

Lets go, yeah, hey
(TKee really did that)
Sell out the show, for real
Fuck on your hoe, for real
I'llGrow out the fro, for real
We'll fuck on the low, for real
All bout bitches and clothes, for real
Bring my girl down to Soho, yeah, yeah, yeah
Down to Soho
I know I've cheated on girls before
Not because I was getting bored
All I wanted was more
More than I already had
Now you probably think I'm bad
But I ain't, no I ain't
I'm a lover not a fighter
You know I'll fight for what I love
Boutta put this shit above
Above everything else
Or else none of this will sell, sell
Sell out the show, for real
Fuck on your hoe, for real
Grow out the fro, for real
We'll fuck on the low, for real
All bout bitches and clothes, for real
Bring my girl down to Soho
Bring your girl down to Soho
(That's my hoe now)
Be careful what you wish for
Nobody really wanna be poor
Money is all that they want
Rappers, that's all that they flaunt
Boutta put y'all niggas on
On the low
Lowkey want you to kill me
Me and you, no we ain't cool
Cool beats that turn these words to heat
Heat up the game with all these flames
Flame the haters, but you can't blame the haters
Haters gonna hate
Alligators gonna agitate
Potatoes gonna be lazy
But not me, you what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna sell out the show, for real
Fuck on your hoe, for real
Grow out the fro, for real
We'll fuck on the low, for real
All bout bitches and clothes, for real
Bring my girl down to Soho
Bring my girl down to Soho
Fo' real
I'm gonna sell out the show, for real
Fuck on your hoe, for real
Grow out the fro, for real
We'll fuck on the low, for real
All bout bitches and clothes, for real
Bring my girl down to Soho
Bring my girl down to Soho