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Big Time Rush Real Gone

-screaming It's a blast, blast, blast Look out, you've got your blinders on Everybody's looking for a way To get real gone, real gone Real gone, real gone

Bro, what's poppin'? It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do

If the bass ain?t kickin', pick up the phone Dial 911, tell 'em, turn it on Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress She had a soft booty, and a real big

die 'Cause I don't know what's up there In that great, big ol' sky Oh my, oh my, oh my It's been a long, long time A long time coming Change gonna come

a tomb They pourin' out liquor wit no room to consume, you silly bafoon I pop niggas like balloons, I ain't feelin' 'em Walkin' in my big, blue chucks 'cause I'm killin' 'em Every time

's shout And let's turn this function out And keep keep it on but you don't rush Ah, let's make this party the real Cold Crush Let's scream, and let's

, Big Duke Young Jeezy, gee If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga If us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas If us a killa then gone

on Hynotize and Cash Money? Man, fuck these niggas! [Baby] What's up wodie? It's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys These big time Hot Boy

witcha niggas this year Hey, we gone rob dem Boyz N Da Hood Bitch please, I'll kill a muthafucks 'bout Jody Breeze Yeah nigga, that's the truth, 'bout Big Dee Big