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Real Boston Richey – Something Better (Official Audio) Lyrics
[Intro]
Do you love wine?
Ain’t goin’ for nothin’
Am I fine? (1040)
Do you love wine?
I don’t really need no one
I don’t really need no one
I don’t really need no one
I don’t really need no—

[Chorus]
I don’t trust a bitch that sip tea
That mean you messy, bitch, and that shit there unhealthy
Ask you, “Did you love me?”
You ain’t never, ever tell me
Don’t play that shit, I wanted a second chance
My ex, she left me
Uh, but I ran into somethin’ better
All the shit I did, I never thought ‘bout how I settle
I don’t think about my old relationships, hеr pussy wetter
It’s rainin’, shit might sink right over you, bе your umbrella
Sometimes, I blame myself, I bring you pain, never pleasure
[Verse 1]
Fuck whoever you know, ain’t never tryna treat you lesser
If I’m the gun, then I want you come be my compressor
I teach the class, you be the student, I’ll be your professor
I’m gon’ get it together, I’ma turn this shit professional
Remember the first day that I met you, been right up there, I went to jail, I knew it was the Devil
Three days after I got up in my cell, you wrote a letter
You was there that night when Slugg died, but, there’s some things I ain’t tell you
Hm, I was out there doin’ a couple things that I weren’t ‘posed to be doin’
Sometimes, I be we the gang and I be feelin’ too influenced
Say that I bring you hella pain, but, now, I’m startin’ to really view it
Now I’m tryna change my ways, I’m the reason we get into it

[Chorus]
I don’t trust a bitch that sip tea
That mean you messy, bitch, and that shit there unhealthy
Ask you, “Did you love me?”
You ain’t never, ever tell me
Don’t play that shit, I wanted a second chance
My ex, she left me
Uh, but I ran into somethin’ better
All the shit I did, I never thought ‘bout how I settle
I don’t think about my old relationships, her pussy wetter
It’s rainin’, shit might sink right over you, be your umbrella
Sometimes, I blame myself, I bring you pain, never pleasure

I just hope you keep it real
I ad to shoot for you sometimes ‘cause I don’t wanna see no tears
You say I do too much when I be speakin’ on what I give
You say I don’t do enough whenever I come home to the crib (Mhm-mhm)
Baby, that’s just how it is
Uh, uh, you know exactly how we live
Uh, you know I’m thuggin’, that how I live
Uh, uh, uh know just how I’m comin’, is what it is

[Outro]
Uh, uh, uh
Do you love wine?
Ain’t goin’ for nothin’
Am I fine?
Do you love wine?
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Real Boston Richey – Loner (Official Audio) Lyrics
(Keem, you wrong for that one)
Actually, I can’t lie
It be them late nights like three, four in the mornin’
I just get in my bag, like
I just got to thinkin’ ‘bout everythin’, like, from good to bad
I don’t know, shit don’t be— (DJ Shab, fool)
What it seems

It’s gon’ be a long ride, tell ‘em, “Buckle up”
Go back, lock in with the gang, tryna huddle up
Fuck the fame, it’s time to run it up
R.I.P. to Nip’, that shit was lame, tryna double-up
Huh, yeah, I’m lockin’ in, I’m goin’ back to my bitch, I’m tired of fuckin’ up
Clockin’ in, they know that karma a bitch, it’s already stiff enough
Feel like they gon’ kill me one day if I wake up and kick the cup

I slept already bad enough, she was bad for us
Niggas be actin’ like they a [?] for pain, tryna laugh at us
Took my pain and prayed for God about it, and turned my savage up
All the days I was stayed down niggas was playin’, I got my baggage up
So what that you was sayin’? Say I ain’t gave a fuck
Where the fuck you was at when I was tryna get my savings up?
You was nowhere to be found, it hurt me to my heart up in the candle
That’s where I wore my cap and gown
I pull up, jump out, “Nobody don’t make no sound”
That’s what I told [?] when I pulled my first robbery on the Westside of town
And that shit right there, let me count it bound, ayy
We might [?] we stood tall, nigga know we headed down
[?] upside down smile (Mhm)
Pray for me, ‘m out here livin’ wild (Ayy, ayy)
Only get some sleep when I’m in the clouds (Ayy)
I been layin’ back, workin’ on my sound (Mhm)
I been layin’ back, workin’ on my sound (Ayy, mhm, ayy)
Niggas say I’m pussy, go ask them niggas what I’m about (Ayy)
Hundred round chopper come with a mount (Mhm, hold on, uh)
Only fuck a bitch if I know she ain’t gon’ run her mouth
Niggas knowin’ that I’m straight up out the South
I skip and fuck this ho
But none of these ho can say I took ‘em down to my house
Ayy, none of these hoes is special, can’t even say they got a couch, ayy
All of these hoes be for the streets, but you know you my house, bae
But that shit still don’t make it right
I see why you quick to fight
You would think I payed for how Rae was quick to get his ice
Niggas that I put my trust into was pussy and real shit
You livin’ a double life, you scared yo hang in yo’ city, that ain’t alright
Mhm, ready to kiss that nigga, hit him with that fire
Growin’ up, I never thought I’ll get a wife
Before I speak on my partners, I go and get the mic’
They misleadin’ me, they say it’s only money and white
They was leavin’ me, I had to pray and get some sight
This shit was beatin’ me, I had to stand up, get ready to fight
Felt like they cheatin’ me, how quick they took D Slugger life
The family needed me, just leave it in the sky

It’s gon’ be a long ride, tell ‘em, “Buckle up”
Go back, lock in with the gang, tryna huddle up
Fuck the fame, it’s time to run it up
R.I.P. to Nip’, that shit was lame, tryna double-up
Huh, yeah, I’m lockin’ in, I’m goin’ back to my bitch, I’m tired of fuckin’ up
Clockin’ in, they know that karma a bitch, it’s already stiff enough
Feel like they gon’ kill me one day if I wake up and kick the cup

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Real Boston Richey – Paper Tags (Official Audio) Lyrics
[Intro]
Frrt, frrt
(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Bitch, nigga, I done sat my way, nigga
Turned my way, nigga
Fuckin’ hoes my way, nigga
Yeah, biggest nigga
Step on niggas
Woo

[Chorus]
On yo’ first time gettin’ a car, another nigga bought it
My first time whippin’ a car, nigga, you know that bitch done cost me
Your main bitch threw that pussy, you know Real Boston caught it
Nigga say I snitched in paperwork, you know that nigga lost it
Nigga, I’m the biggest bird, been rappin’ one year, straight up hawked it
You sold yo’ soul for a viral moment, try to blow up off of Boston
Ain’t no pressure, niggas’ll slide on ‘em, niggas’ll pull up on ‘em
Apply that pressure, tell me, where the stretcher? Niggas might ride on me
[Verse 1]
Might pop a Tesla, niggas ain’t on my level
Just fucked this bitch, can’t set her
I get extra, run up cheese, feel better
Cheesy ass nigga like cheddar
Broke ass nigga can’t even show me a fifty, how the fuck you gon’ beef?
Goin’ on live talkin’ about street shit, nigga, that shit there ain’t even street
Niggas, they plottin’, I keep that heat, niggas be runnin’ they mouth
Niggas ain’t never in the streets
Know why you beatin’ on yo’ main bitch, she a freak up in the sheets
Me and her beast up in them sheets
She a beast, so, I whip that head
She gon’ drop it, give me neck, ayy
I don’t even rap, my niggas for real
All these niggas pussy, all they say is I took it
They ain’t lyin’, but, I ain’t no rookie
In the kitchen, we whippin’ cookies
[?] get him a whiff
Up in yo’ hood we shootin’ bullets, yo’ broke ass was just lookin’

[Chorus]
On yo’ first time gettin’ a car, another nigga bought it
My first time whippin’ a car, nigga, you know that bitch done cost me
Your main bitch threw that pussy, you know Real Boston caught it
Nigga say I snitched in paperwork, you know that nigga lost it
Nigga, I’m the biggest bird, been rappin’ one year, straight up hawked it
You sold yo’ soul for a viral moment, try to blow up off of Boston
Ain’t no pressure, niggas’ll slide on ‘em, niggas’ll pull up on ‘em
Apply that pressure, tell me, where the stretcher? Niggas might ride on me
[Verse 2]
Nigga, I bought myself a chain
Nigga, your first chain, nigga bought it
In yo’ hood, that’s where I hang
Tell them niggas, “R.I.P. Lil Wayne”
Tell them niggas that it ain’t no thong
Notin’ the mini Drac’ with the green
Niggas be dyin’ for the fame
That sucker shit be way too lame
What you got up in yo’ pocket, nigga, I spent that shit on a ring
How I make it through this shit? Makin’ songs ‘bout all my pain
I’m the biggest in this bitch, shit was way bigger than T-Pain
Before I started in this shit, trappin’ buds, and sellin’ cane
Lane turned, drill rapper, nigga ain’t never smack shit
I ain’t got to speak on nothin’, drop a bag, whack shit
I don’t even be condonin’ violence, I be on some Max shit
Pushin’ P, pushin’ pounds, stackin’ paper, yeah, that shit

[Chorus]
On yo’ first time gettin’ a car, another nigga bought it
My first time whippin’ a car, nigga, you know that bitch done cost me
Your main bitch threw that pussy, you know Real Boston caught it
Nigga say I snitched in paperwork, you know that nigga lost it
Nigga, I’m the biggest bird, been rappin’ one year, straight up hawked it
You sold yo’ soul for a viral moment, try to blow up off of Boston
Ain’t no pressure, niggas’ll slide on ‘em, niggas’ll pull up on ‘em
Apply that pressure, tell me, where the stretcher? Niggas might ride on me
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Real Boston Richey – Pay For It (Official Audio) Lyrics
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bow)
Uh, uh, uh-uh

Uh, uh, I’ll pay for it
Uh, but I ain’t gon’ wait for it
Uh, I’ll pay for it
Uh, bitch, but I ain’t gon’ wait for it

Is you stupid, nigga? I can’t go nowhere without my make noise
Is you stupid, bitch? Tryna lay up, bitch, you know I hate whores
Been on bullet timin’, when I was a jit, I used to take toys
Been on top my grind, nigga, I ain’t never have to fake for it

Fucked up, when I got the ball, I took off just like wait for us
Fucked up, hit the trap, stood tall, nigga had to get my cake up
Bitch say that she want some cheek, got to suck that dick when I wake up
Kick her out if the bitch don’t listen, I got to free my space up
Wok’ can take me to the moon, sippin’ on the space cup
Fuck [?] niggas be feelin’, I ain’t tryna clear my face up
Know I’m havin’ my way, I’m gettin’ two-hundred dollar tape-up
Niggas waitin’ too long to start thuggin’, he gon’ get— Mhm
Matter fact, I ain’t speakin’ bad, nigga, I ain’t gon’ say nothin’
If you play with my money or my bitch, nigga, I’m gon’ lay somethin’
Uh, sometimes I’ll be real with a bitch, but I ain’t gon’ take nothin’
Get up in that pussy and call it quits, I’m gon’ break somethin’
Niggas be hatin’ how I be havin’ my weight, huh?
I don’t wanna hear how you got a man, bitch, I wanna play somethin’
You better not swing that block like that nigga, we gon’ spray somethin’
Go ask the last security guard, nigga, we brought they son

Uh, uh, I’ll pay for it
Uh, but I ain’t gon’ wait for it
Uh, I’ll pay for it
Uh, bitch, but I ain’t gon’ wait for it

Is you stupid, nigga? I can’t go nowhere without my make noise
Is you stupid, bitch? Tryna lay up, bitch, you know I hate whores
Been on bullet timin’, when I was a jit, I used to take toys
Been on top my grind, nigga, I ain’t never have to fake for it

I got to keep my pistol tucked, I got to keep my image up
How the fuck I’ma fuck with a low-down dirty bitch when I’m too up?
What I look like fuckin’ one bitch, I got two of ‘em
I be slidin’ ‘round dolo in the city, now, who gon’ do somethin’?
Who the fuck gon’ do somethin’?
Mhm-mhm, nigga
Where I’m from, nigga, everybody gon’ shoot somethin’
Mhm, but, babygirl, you know I’m tryna fuck
Mhm, you know I’ma spend it, bitch, why you think I ran it up (Uh)

Uh, uh, I’ll pay for it
Uh, but I ain’t gon’ wait for it
Uh, I’ll pay for it
Uh, bitch, but I ain’t gon’ wait for it

Is you stupid, nigga? I can’t go nowhere without my make noise
Is you stupid, bitch? Tryna lay up, bitch, you know I hate whores
Been on bullet timin’, when I was a jit, I used to take toys
Been on top my grind, nigga, I ain’t never have to fake for it
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Real Boston Richey – IDK (Official Audio) Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, Richey
I pop my shit and I do whatever
Nobody gon’ start shit
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bow)

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned-up bitch from my boy Doe Boy
I’m Double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain’t no Rolls Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin’ my name, I know my hoe’s voice
Two bitch tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a poor boy
Crackers came one door in, I don’t even know shit
I ain’t even sold shit, I ain’t sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me ‘bout my whereabouts, I ain’t been with no bitch
Even though I’m slime with G been on that ho shit

[?], me, and RenKen, we slime, nigga, that’s ‘bout four switch
We all fucked the same bitch, she done took ‘bout four dicks
Cut her off, she put me in her close friends, I ain’t in no midst
Had a mission set-up by the club, I’m lookin’ like, “Where my ho went?”
Like, damn, bae, you did me like that? I should’ve blocked your ass
Set a rich nigga up, bitch, I would’ve bought a bag
Yo’ last nigga cappin’ ‘fore see Boston, I got all the cash
Post three-hundred on the ‘Gram, they be like, “Where his losses at?”
Nigga, I can take some pain, only pain I lost a bag
Nigga say he want some smoke, fuck ‘round leave him coughin’ bad
Thuggin’ on the block with the older nigga, that’s where I got my swag
Fucked her at my mama house, [?]

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned-up bitch from my boy Doe Boy
I’m Double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain’t no Rolls Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin’ my name, I know my hoe’s voice
Two bitch tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a poor boy
Crackers came one door in, I don’t even know shit
I ain’t even sold shit, I ain’t sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me ‘bout my whereabouts, I ain’t been with no bitch
Even though I’m slime with G been on that ho shit

Got to keep my nina on me ‘cause these niggas be on some poor shit
Freestyle all my shit in the booth, nigga I never wrote shit
Know I’m in that mode, when I hit a jigga, don’t even post shit
I be out her jiggin’ weed, girl, and boy, and more shit
Hit the store to buy some bags, foreign car, the low stick
I ain’t dappin’ them niggas up, I don’t even know jit
Fuck the bitch from the Northside, from the back, I screamed out, “4 shit”
Don’t let her find out where you stay, that’s how you get yo’ door kicked

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned-up bitch from my boy Doe Boy
I’m Double R, they call me Richey Rich, ain’t no Rolls Royce
Spot my bitch from out the crowd yellin’ my name, I know my hoe’s voice
Two bitch tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a poor boy
Crackers came one door in, I don’t even know shit
I ain’t even sold shit, I ain’t sold no bricks
My bitch tryna ask me ‘bout my whereabouts, I ain’t been with no bitch
Even though I’m slime with G been on that ho shit
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