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conversations.value: Write me a song called Real Thing with the following description: Tory hinted at a new single with Future was on the way called “Real Thing” in September of 2017, but he decided to release two singles first, “Shooters” and “Skrt Skrt”. Following the release of “Skrt Skrt”, Tory stated that “Real Thing” was dropping on Friday, October 13th, the same time he released the album name, “Memories Don’t Die”.
  “Real Thing” follows a love affair that Tory finds himself in, though he makes it clear that he want a true and honest relationship – a real thing.  While he can afford to give her all she needs, he doesn’t want her to use him or take his money and run.  Future’s verse parallels the same ideas that Tory reflected on.  Additionally, Future adds in a verse that indirectly refers to his previous relationship with Ciara.
  On October 8th, the video (audio version) for “Real Thing” was released prematurely on his YouTube page and was soon removed. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
  Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
  She said, "I might even lick it if you let me" (If you let me)
  You knew I would kill the pussy when you met me
  And that's why none of mine can regret me
  Oh, yeah oh, yeah
  Throw the cash up high, it's all there, yeah
  Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
  She wanna fuck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
  I would hit it out in public if she let me
  I'm tryna fuck her twin sister she gon' let me
  I can make the pussy squirt, you wanna bet me
  Say I hit that the shit so good she can't forget me
  I can't have no bird bitches disrespect me
  When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me
  I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
  All the white girls wanna give me Becky
  All the time a nigga fuck her in a fresh tee
  A nigga mad that I'm sav, tryna threaten me
  I be balling, need a espy
  That's your girlfriend, she my bestie
  If you sayin', let's be honest, girl, then let's be
  I'm tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski
  [Chorus: Tory Lanez]
  Yeah, the real thing
  I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing
  She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid
  All my boss bitches know I got the bill
  Hey, hey
  Bad bitches and they want the real thing
  I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing
  She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid
  All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey [Verse 2: Future]
  Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
  Brrt, brrtt
  Please, order up the jet key (Key)
  I just changed my number, you can't call or sext me
  Have your location on when you address me
  Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
  Ooh, ooh, ooh
  All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
  And a lot of bad bitches with no IG
  She don't post, so I know she won't expose me
  I'm gone stamp every country on your ID
  They can't smoke me, you know they tryna find me
  When I give that paper to you and it's crispy
  And these Benji Franklin's stacked up in your birkey
  Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
  How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
  Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
  How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
  [Chorus: Tory Lanez]
  Yeah, the real thing
  I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing
  She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid
  All my boss bitches know I got the bill
  Hey, hey
  Bad bitches and they want the real thing
  I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing
  She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid
  All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey [Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
  I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch
  My shit lit than a bitch and I'm rich
  Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
  And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit
  I ain't even know she was your bitch, dawg
  She been throwing that shit at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
  Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
  No pun intended, I just her with the pick
  Step up in the mix, shit is lit
  I might even stop and pose for a pic
  Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah
  She don't like that I just pulled up with you
  Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it
  I ain't come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
  She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
  She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it
  [Chorus: Tory Lanez]
  Yeah, the real thing
  I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing
  She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid
  All my boss bitches know I got the bill
  Hey, hey
  Bad bitches and they want the real thing
  I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing
  She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid
  All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey