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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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Real Boston Richey – Play With Me (Official Audio) Lyrics
Yeah, yeah (Uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Uh

I invest in that lil’ bitch, buy her a new whip (Uh)
Crackers can’t repo’ this, bae, this a pink slip (Uh)
Lil’ bitch might get her a Chanel, and, she got French tips
Stop all that talkin’, they say, “Loose lips, be shakin’ ships” (Uh)
I make a bad bitch knock on wood, she play with me (Uh)
Nigga ass can’t even stand up in the water, he got baby feet (Uh)
Trappin’ Bubba, fuckin’ niggas hoes, that’s faithfully
Said he gon’ catch me slippin’, bitch, that nina fuckin’ stay with me

I wanna get my dick sucked, get off bae, can’t lay with me
I done keep my blick tucked, niggas be tryna play with me
I got to keep my bitch tucked, forever she gon’ stay with me
I might fuck a ho from time to time, but, that ain’t worth AP
Niggas be tryna go back rock for rock, ain’t have they way like me
I came in this shit with my own bag, just go ask Se Lavi
With my own bricks, nigga
Yeah, my own whips, my own sticks
[?] be tryna compete with me, nigga don’t even own shit
Tryna double back? I got the room free, and the room, bitch
Niggas be tryna rock they Goyard bag, they on that [?] shit
Like to fuck a outside bitch, but I like me a home bitch
Don’t nobody eat that dick up better than a grown bitch
Uh-uh, don’t nobody eat it better than my older hoes
I feel like Uzi, I fuck a bitch a do the shoulder roll (Uh)
[?] baby, we be out here totin’ poles (Uh)
She get shiesty, baby, I got a blick, don’t run into trouble
Uh-uh, bust it up, I like my jewelry rose gold
Uh-uh, flatted up, I told them we need more dope
Mhm, told them hoes, “I can’t go broke, I stay up in that mode”
I get lil’ bro [?] Boston Rich’ the G.O.A.T

I invest in that lil’ bitch, buy her a new whip (Uh)
Crackers can’t repo’ this, bae, this a pink slip (Uh)
Lil’ bitch might get her a Chanel, and, she got French tips
Stop all that talkin’, they say, “Loose lips, be shakin’ ships” (Uh)
I make a bad bitch knock on wood, she play with me (Uh)
Nigga ass can’t even stand up in the water, he got baby feet (Uh)
Trappin’ Bubba, fuckin’ niggas hoes, that’s faithfully
Said he gon’ catch me slippin’, bitch, that nina fuckin’ stay with me
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Real Boston Richey – Krazy (Official Audio) Lyrics
You can lead a bitch to the water, but you can’t make the bitch drink
I was really trappin’ them quarters, on the block uppin’ rank
Drank lean like I sip water
Had to put down on the pains
A thick ol’ bitch just sent me ass pics sittin’ on the sink
Fell too in deep with the streets
Feel like we react as newly-weds
I’m trappin’ deep, and I’m trappin’ C, and trappin’ Sudafed
Crackers took my jewelry, damn, I think I wanna sue the feds
And, my bitch just cut me off and got a hamster, don’t know who to beg
Like, damn, we startin’ over [?]
Niggas tryna cross me out, niggas tryna fuck me over
Niggas tryna boss me out, bitches tryna run me over
Crackers tryna crop me out, lawyer keep sayin’ that it’s over
But, the lawyer got last say so
I’m out here lookin’ for old opp with a brand new Draco
Before you drop, I need a alibi
Fly my bitch to Caicos
That Drac’ gon’ sound like a lullaby, wish death on all these fake hoes
Niggas say they pushin’ P, I’m like, “What P they pushin’?”
Niggas P ain’t stand for P, that stand for, “Pussy”
Niggas can’t even reach my lap, I spent two-hundred K on cushion
I’m tryna whip my dope, my bitch be mad, like, “Bae, I’m cookin'”
I know, bae, I’m lookin’
You ain’t [?] no record, rich ass nigga, but, I still play the bucket
Know how to swindle a bitch, growin’ up, we used to go play hookey
Stay own on my shit, in other shit, stay up on my [?]
Yo’ feet ain’t fast enough, pussy nigga, you can’t even duck no fully

Mm, stay down with these Ms, now I’m super-rich
In the projects stay with my Timbs, get super-trench
Baby way too wet for me, she leave me super drenched
I don’t like no borin’ bitch over here, bae, we get super lit
Feel like you ready to do me bad, you ask me who I’m with
I know why niggas mad ‘cause niggas got a ran through bitch
I’m bettin’ a top dollar niggas ain’t never rent my bitch
Nigga, I’m a shot caller, I wouldn’t even stamp yo’ bitch

Nigga, I’m a big baller, big dawg like Rottweiler
These niggas cock blockers, these niggas show stoppers
Ain’t got to blow no bag, real penny ho dropper
These niggas cappin’ for the ‘Gram, they don’t want no problems
I keep my heart stuffed in my pocket and keep it zipped
B got some big ol’ lips, I think she got her lips [?]
They ask me why I act like that, got pain built up
She show me real love, that’s why my main filled up
But, enough of that, doin’ niggas bad, I’m treatin’ niggas ass like a punchin’ bag
If you down bad, I’ll front the sack
If you fucked up, I might look out for you
If a nigga take they life and put it on the line, they really love you
If a bitch gon’ beat that visitation down, then, that bitch really love you
If a nigga don’t show you action, how you know that nigga gon’ be for you
How I’ma know nigga if we really rockin’?
Spin a block with a ****, left him Milly Rockin’
Cruisin’ through the city, keep a mini nina up in my pocket
Cappin’ for these niggas, y’all school boys, niggas need to stop it
Yeah, you get some money, but you niggas know who really poppin’
Know who started all this hit, ‘bout me, niggas ‘bout to drop it

Mm, stay down with these Ms, now I’m super-rich
In the projects stay with my Timbs, get super-trench
Baby way too wet for me, she leave me super drenched
I don’t like no borin’ bitch over here, bae, we get super lit
Feel like you ready to do me bad, you ask me who I’m with
I know why niggas mad ‘cause niggas got a ran through bitch
I’m bettin’ a top dollar niggas ain’t never rent my bitch
Nigga, I’m a shot caller, I wouldn’t even stamp yo’ bitch

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