Let's Be Real Lyrics

I know you think that

I only wanna fuck you shortie

But I ain't gone lie

I'm just tryna learn to trust you shortie

And I ain't gone lie

I ain't got the time to cuff you shortie

But just stick by my side and

We might even luck up shortie

I already know I get you then I lucked up

You heard of the wrong time with the right one

I don't know if this the wrong time, or the right one

But in the meantime, we could spend time and light one

Go ahead, just tell me bout your life

Umm

Looking like you do

Yeah I'm sure you lived a nice one

Even if you ain't, me and you could live a bright one

Talking baths ran, and massages

Yeah you my one

Sweatpants, hair tied

Chilling with no makeup on

That's when you're the prettiest

I hope that you don't take it wrong

Listening to some drake

Yeah I know that be your favorite song

Even if mine ain't

Girl you still tell me to keep it on

Rollin' up some dank

Yea we smokin' on something crazy strong

You the only one that's welcomed in a nigga fly zone

You gone pull up, and be like where the time gone

You gone pull up, guaranteed that you fly home

And when she leave the fly zone

Shorty hit my line

Like she always hit the iPhone

When she in the fly zone

You know just what her eyes on

Shortie give me facetime

Ain't talking bout no iPhone

Shortie wanna be my queen

She wanna sit on my throne

Shortie scream hella loud

Like she was left at home alone

Shortie get super wet

Wet just like a typhoon

Gotta keep an eye on her

I am like a cyclone

Hahaha, yeah

Alright so now ima tell yall about lil shortie

She lil shortie grew up on the Eastside

She keep her nails done and she drive a nice ride

She tryna finish school, she'd rather be beach side

In a bikini top, curving all the beach guys

And a nigga like me, she let hit three times

I don't get declined, don't see no peace sign

Ahaha, now bring it back and rewind

She lil shortie grew up on the Eastside

She keep her nails done and she drive a nice ride

She tryna finish school, she'd rather be beach side

In a bikini top, curving all the beach guys

And a nigga like me, she let hit three times

I don't get declined, don't see no peace sign

I give her peace kind nights

We just wine and dine

I eat her up from time to time

That's kinda how we stay aligned