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Real Boston Richey – Transcript Lyrics

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Intro
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy

Chours
Louis V to my last trick, bitch, stay to the transcript
Ho, you weren’t invited, tell me, why the fuck your ass here?
You’ll think I was bangin’ OTF, only the fam’ here
Oh, you got that note to the last nigga, okay, go blam him
Bitch can’t come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
Niggas late as fuck, ran up seven Ms last year
Twenty niggas up, fuckin’ good, she had a bad year
Them niggas be cappin’, bitch, you know we got a bag here
Verse 1
Throw the strip club up
Swing them onеs like it’s confetti
Fucked hеr with a rubber, but the lil’ bitch say she pregnant (Uh)
It’s a all white, but the outside look spaghetti
Fucked her all night, slow and fast like DJ Fetti
A bitch ask me for five hundred, I cut her off ‘cause she petty
Bitch, I give a band and up, I give you five K if you ready
Pimpin’ ain’t easy, I’m only goin’, bitch, if I let it (Uh)
I’m a real heater, I slang that iron, I slang machetes (Uh)
My bitches all organic, I cut ‘em off if they use edit
Young turned nigga, I want a bag, I don’t want credit
Uh, that money gon’ buy a brick, but you can’t but that shit with credit
I was talkin’ cash shit, but if you up, then I’ma bet it
You fuck all of her broads, shit, you broke, nigga, I said it
I’m bust up than a bitch, come check my wrist, flaw settin’
I bought a bitch a ring, but we ain’t ready for no weddin’
I know these niggas snake, I can see these niggas sheddin’ (Uh, uh, ayy)

Chours
Louis V to my last trick, bitch, stay to the transcript
Ho, you weren’t invited, tell me, why the fuck your ass here?
You’ll think I was bangin’ OTF, only the fam’ here
Oh, you got that note to the last nigga, okay, go blam him
Bitch can’t come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
Niggas late as fuck, ran up seven Ms last year
Twenty niggas up, fuckin’ good, she had a bad year
Them niggas be cappin’, bitch, you know we got a bag here
Verse 2
Uh, uh, bitch, you know we got a bag here
Uh, uh, bitch, you know we got that cash
? paper tags
Switch again, then smash
We ain’t pickin’ faces, whoop a bitch with a nigga ass
Bruises on my hand ‘cause I been trappin’ glass bags
Yo’ dope swingin’ hard as fuck, I got some gas bags
You lookin’ for me, just post, “Prince of Bubba” with the hashtag
We don’t do no rap beef, drop the lo’, we spank his ass (Uh, ayy)

Chours
Louis V to my last trick, bitch, stay to the transcript
Ho, you weren’t invited, tell me, why the fuck your ass here?
You’ll think I was bangin’ OTF, only the fam’ here
Oh, you got that note to the last nigga, okay, go blam him
Bitch can’t come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
Niggas late as fuck, ran up seven Ms last year
Twenty niggas up, fuckin’ good, she had a bad year
Them niggas be cappin’, bitch, you know we got a bag here

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Buju Banton – TRIAL BY FIRE Lyrics

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Trial by fire
Unify this land of mine
They’re all counting on me
So I must take the lead
Who am I to question the grand design
When it’s written in the stars
(It was written )
The mountains you have climbed
Ohh the odds we defied
Through the test of times
My people are defined
Through the years we’ve grown
We already know
To unify…. this division
I must take the throne

I call on you now father…
I may need your guidance…
Protect me on this journey
if they should follow me
We claim the victory

Trial by fire
Unify this land of mine
They’re all counting on me
So I must take the lead
Who am I to question the grand design
When it’s written in the stars
(written in the stars…)
It’s written in the stars ….
(written in the stars… )
It’s written in the stars
(written in the stars…)
It’s written in the stars
(written in the stars…)

Grant me the power
To do the best I can
This mere feat is attempted
By an ordinary man
The child of a queen
The wisdom of a king
Fearless in battle
The warrior I am
The flame that inside
You’ll never conquer

The Ancestral plane
that’s my father’s place
Won’t be captive in my land
No time and place
Ohh My people it is time m
We never stop until over
Stand our ground as soldiers
We fight for glory

Trial by fire
Unify this land of mine
They’re all counting on me
So I must take the lead
Who am I to question the grand design
When it’s written in the stars
(written in the stars…)
It’s written in the stars ….
(written in the stars… )
It’s written in the stars
(written in the stars…)
It’s written in the stars
(written in the stars…)
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Real Boston Richey – What They Did Lyrics

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Intro
Uh, it’s funny how he fly me out, he say we’re flyin’ forever (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
They say it’s a stocked account, but I go buy my bitch whatever
‘Fore I buy her flowers, but her diamonds, diamonds last forever

Verse 1
I ain’t paintin’ no faces, bitch, nigga play, I’m shootin’ whoever
If my uncle go against this shit, that’s on my mama, I’m bringin’ pressure
I don’t care ‘bout makin’ a name, fuck a bitch only for my pleasure
Why the fuck this bitch actin’ like she the prize? Bitch, you ain’t no treasure
If you fuck with me, you do what I say, ‘cause, bitch, you in my world
Rob a nigga, make him put his hands in the air like a fuckin’ Barbie girl
I ain’t singin’ to a bitch, who the fuck you think I am, Robbie Earl?
I ain’t braggin’ up on no bitch, you say he ain’t fuckin’, you think I can’t tell?
I ain’t drivin’ and takin’ no risk, send them bags right through the mail
Bitch, I’m bringin’ cash money, won’t catch me out, send the shit through Zelle
If I get caught with these bricks, that’s on my mama, I’m gettin’ the chair
I buy ass, I buy titties, and I even buy some hair
Chorus
Way I pop out with this switch, they say, “That shit there ain’t even fair”
Broke her heart and still don’t listen, bitch, you know I don’t even care
In the back of the car straight gettin’ it, let me fuck her anywhere
She got some good-ass pussy, rockin’ Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped up in a Moncler sweater
Bitch mad she can’t get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor
Huh, niggas braggin’ ‘bout that shit, what the fuck they did?
I just snatched a rapper bitch up eight ways like a fuckin’ squid

Verse 2
Chop a brick up like karate
Ran it up so fast, they thinkin’ I went and signed to Illuminati
Throwin’ B’s up, you would never catch me slidin’ in Maseratis
Bitch, I made that Bubba music, but play with cocaine like I’m Gotti
You ain’t gotta ask me, do I move? You want it? Nigga, I got it
Got my whole hood in control, nigga, just like I’m Shawty
Every time that shit went down, you ain’t have to ask me, nigga, I shot it
Nigga be fallin’ in love with these bitches, all these bitches ‘bout it
I ain’t movin’ if I ain’t gettin’ profit

Chorus
Way I pop out with this switch, they say, “That shit there ain’t even fair”
Broke her heart and still don’t listen, bitch, you know I don’t even care
In the back of the car straight gettin’ it, let me fuck her anywhere
She got some good-ass pussy, rockin’ Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped up in a Moncler sweater
Bitch mad she can’t get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor
Huh, niggas braggin’ ‘bout that shit, what the fuck they did?
I just snatched a rapper bitch up eight ways like a fuckin’ squid
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Alduts Sherdley x NANE – HAOS Lyrics

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Refren:
Nu mă iubi cu toată ființa
Nu vreau decât să-ți dai silința
Tu pentru eforturi nu m-aplauzi
Vreau să vezi frumusețe-n haos

Alduts Sherdley:
Îmi faci atâta rău dar nu vreau să te pierd
Ești medicamentul meu cu tot cu side effects
Oricât aș vrea să nu mă ai, sunt în sevraj
Un apel distanță de-al tău glas, dar nu mai vreau
Să mă simt de parcă tot ce-am făcut pentru tine
Nu a fost deloc de-ajuns
Asta nu e iubire

Refren:
Nu mă iubi cu toată ființa
Nu vreau decât să-ți dai silința
Tu pentru eforturi nu m-aplauzi
Vreau să vezi frumusețe-n haos
Nu mă iubi cu toată ființa
Nu vreau decât să-ți dai silința
Tu pentru eforturi nu m-aplauzi
Vreau să vezi frumusețe-n haos

NANE
Îmi faci atâta rău dar mor de dragul tău
Ești high-ul meu baby când mă simt super low
Cred că nu-s destul de matur emoțional
Se pare că mereu mă las purtat de val
La-nceput eram chill, eram cozy
Cred că ce simt pentru tine e toxic
Atâtea paranoi, mă intoxic
Atâtea paranoi..

Refren:
Nu mă iubi cu toată ființa
Nu vreau decât să-ți dai silința
Tu pentru eforturi nu m-aplauzi
Vreau să vezi frumusețe-n haos
Nu mă iubi cu toată ființa
Nu vreau decât să-ți dai silința
Tu pentru eforturi nu m-aplauzi
Vreau să vezi frumusețe-n haos
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Real Boston Richey – Rich Facts Lyrics

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Uh, yeah, ayy
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
Uh, uh

I’m a real nigga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that’s some big facts
You workin’ nine to five, bitch, I can’t even hit that
Your nigga don’t trap or rap, then he can’t get his bitch back
Been workin’ out my whole life, can’t get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, I ain’t real, but I get my shit snatched
I got two bitches, they stick together, locked up like some Kit Kats
You ain’t gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I’m with that
And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

But now, I want my bitch back
I’m like, “Damn, I really miss her, damn, I really miss that”
I’m like, damn, I really played, how the fuck lil’ B gon’ fix that?
Every time I went through pain, ran up me a big sack
Every time I went through pain, doubled back, got way litter
You with a country nigga in the city, that’s why I got way slicker
On my side of town, nigga, we ain’t buckin’ fades, nigga
On my side of town, we put bitches in they place, nigga
If I ain’t got no way, I’m gon’ make a way, nigga
I know you’ll play my face, I ain’t have nowhere to stay, nigga
I try to right my wrongs, but I see that I played with you
I’m niggas pappy, all these niggas that I done made, nigga
I make her take down three shots, Dwyane Wade, nigga
Won’t sweep the floor no more ‘cause, bitch, you know I’m a made nigga
The same follows on the ‘Gram, you know I’m way bigger
I hang with dirt divers, you know I’m with them gravediggers
I hope she know she gon’ get it too, tryna be a gang member
All that ice you got and still can’t eat, y’all lame niggas
These niggas I started with, I’m still comin’ with the same niggas
Illegal turn, they tried to pull me ‘cause I’m a lane switcher
I throw the ball, I call the plays, nigga, I’m the main pitcher
I put that nigga and his lil’ dog up in the same Swisher
I told that nigga I love him and I’ma share that pain with him
He crossed me out, then I cropped him out that same picture

I’m a real nigga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that’s some big facts
You workin’ nine to five, then bitch, I can’t even hit that
Your nigga don’t trap or rap, then he can’t get his bitch back
Been workin’ out my whole life, can’t get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, it ain’t rare but I get my shit snatched
I got two bitches, they stick together, locked up like some Kit Kats
You ain’t gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I’m with that
And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

I got too many bitches, I don’t know when I’ma quit ‘em
Told her, “I’ma reserve myself,” but you know I’m tryna stick her
Wanna see a rich-ass nigga? Look up in the mirror
You wanna see a bitch-ass nigga? Go look up in the mirror
Milk the game, nigga, but I ain’t milkin’ out no cereal
I just speak my mind, nigga, I ain’t worried ‘bout bein’ lyrical
Every nigga I seen go to jail, they went and bought a vehicle
I don’t take her serious, every thing I do, the bitch too typical
Move right ‘cause these bullets that I shoot, these bitches invisible
Trap at night, but the place I’m trappin’ at, this shit ain’t little
How the fuck I sign for all them M’s? This shit right here a miracle
Hm, nah, for real, pop it

I’m a real nigga, I speak rich facts
My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that’s some big facts
You workin’ nine to five, then bitch, I can’t even hit that
Your nigga don’t trap or rap, then he can’t get his bitch back
Been workin’ out my whole life, can’t get no six-pack
I go everywhere with my chain, it ain’t rare but I get my shit snatched
I got two bitches, they stick together, locked up like some Kit Kats
You ain’t gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I’m with that
And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

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Gustavo Cerati – Otra Piel Letra

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Esta tarde de sol me puse a mirar
tu postal bajo un haz de luz
(radiante luz)
una frase duró hasta el anochecer
recordarte es un hermoso lugar

Amo tu lucidez
leo tu desnudez
cuando pensás el mar
así te pienso igual

Si el lenguaje es otra piel
toquémonos más
con mensajes de deseo
si el lenguaje es otra piel
toquémonos más
con mensajes de deseo
(deseo)

No voy a endurecer
letras que dan placer
me contengo de amarte más
hasta volverte a ver

Si el lenguaje es otra piel
toquémonos más
con mensajes de deseo
si el lenguaje es otra piel
toquémonos más
con mensajes de deseo
deseo…
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Real Boston Richey – Beat the Odds Lyrics

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Even though the jokes don’t be on them, they be ready to laugh
I ain’t gotta kill a nigga, I knew they wasn’t gon’ last
Different places, different vibes, that call for different masks
I told my nigga that’s disrespectful, I let you pay the tab

Chorus
Everything I said I was gon’ do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes straight forward, don’t care who ridin’ past
I take my time with it ‘cause nigga goin’ nowhere fast
Been lackin’ time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad
It’s been some months, I’m sayin’, “Fuck that shit, I can’t be sad”
My heart broken, baby, it’s in pieces, I need a cast
Overworkin’ lately, tell me, “Chill,” I need the cash
I don’t want a lady ‘cause these bitches be actin’ bad

Verse 2
I wish my day one changed on me, should’ve killed his ass
Shit crazy, last year, I was trappin’ Ziploc bags
Supported everybody with they music, they still flipped out mad
I don’t care who take off on me, I’ma still be glad
Before I give a bitch my time, let me get your socials
Life a gamble and this shit that I’m doin’ like playin’ poker
The only difference is you slippin’, you gon’ die a loafer
You close your life, you can’t get it back, I ain’t jokin’

Chorus
Everything I said I was gon’ do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes straight forward, don’t care who ridin’ past
I take my time with it ‘cause nigga goin’ nowhere fast
Been lackin’ time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad
It’s been some months, I’m sayin’, “Fuck that shit, I can’t be sad”
My heart broken, baby, it’s in pieces, I need a cast
Overworkin’ lately, tell me, “Chill,” I need the cash
I don’t want a lady ‘cause these bitches be actin’ bad

Verse 3
I be askin’ God why I couldn’t play basketball
I’m in the cut like peroxide or some alcohol
I gave it up, all my trap phones, I done passed it off
Church on the phone, up all night waitin’ on the pastor call
‘Cause I can’t make it in Sunday, but I’ma make it one way
I’m on the road, state-to-state, doin’ different shows
I’m wakin’ up makin’ music, used to wake up, trap a load
A bitch’ll fuck your main nigga, these bitches, they gettin’ bold
I’m fightin’ these attachments all my life, I’m in a hole
I miss them days when mama was standin’ up, cookin’ over the stove
I want her to still be in my life, but I see what she done chose
That bitch done chose the streets over me, these bitches hoes
If they would’ve did them niggas how they did me, they would’ve fold
I think it’s time to Moncler me, this shit here gettin’ cold
I know why niggas hatin’ on, they see how I done grown
They can’t wait to be on top of me, spreadin’ rumors, they say I told
Chorus
Everything I said I was gon’ do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes straight forward, don’t care who ridin’ past
I take my time with it ‘cause nigga goin’ nowhere fast
Been lackin’ time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad
It’s been some months, I’m sayin’, “Fuck that shit, I can’t be sad”
My heart broken, baby, it’s in pieces, I need a cast
Overworkin’ lately, tell me, “Chill,” I need the cash
I don’t want a lady ‘cause these bitches be actin’ bad
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Real Boston Richey – New Wave Lyrics

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Intro
Uh, uh-uh
Uh, ?
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, hm
(Damn, Pablo)

Chorus
Yeah, can we go back home?
Go back to my place?
New wave
Nigga, I’m drippin’ tax ‘cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe you up
Drip you up in Saint Laurent
But, I don’t listen, bitch, I only listen to what my funds say
This a Porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
Bring them whores through, bitch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
I’m gonna ? you, bitch, you playin’ hella games like ?
I’m tryna worn you, these youngins shoot whenever I say
Verse 1
I’m forever out here trappin’ bags, ridin’ fast cars
Nigga, I’m out here livin’ fast
Fell out with a couple niggas, these days, I’m tryna ?
CHeated on a couple bitches, some days, I want ‘em back
‘Cause I ?
She say that she hate broke bitches, I’m like, “Me too”
The type that play it rich, but you know them bitches be see through
The type that say, “I left my card at home,” yeah, we onto you
I done piped it up, only rich bitches up in this booth
I done piped it up, now, when I slide, there’s stars up in the roof
He got more than who? Bitch, a rich nigga walked up in this room
Teach you how to be around a rich nigga, bitch, cut that attitude
You could be my queen, never drip you in Alexander, boo
I’ma be yo’ king, type of nigga stay down, boss you up
You know what I did, but on the ‘Gram, they stay fuckin’ up
You take Lil B back one more time, bae, it won’t cost you nothin’
Hit it at ? top, now, when he move, he move cautious, now

Chorus
Can we go back home?
Go back to my place?
New wave
Nigga, I’m drippin’ tax ‘cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe you up
Drip you up in Saint Laurent
But, I don’t listen, bitch, I only listen to what my funds say
This a Porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
Bring them whores through, bitch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
I’m gonna ? you, bitch, you playin’ hella games like ?
I’m tryna worn you, these youngins shoot whenever I say
Verse 2
Uh, all them times it was hard, I ran it up alone (Uh)
Everyday I’m gone, my mama call my phone (Uh-uh)
All these cars I bought, I never got a loan (Uh-uh)
All these times we fucked, we never got along
Bitch look like ?, okay, bring it on
None of these bitches can’t even fool me, they can’t leave me ‘lone
I make you mad then eat that pussy like filet mignon
Bad bitches support me, her nigga hate my songs
All these things in my head just like a chromosome
I learnt myself, I burnt my hand when I was home alone
Niggas keep on dyin’, pussy bitch, you better keep yo’ chrome
Slippers count, so when you move, be on point, ‘cause slippers don’t
All this shit I did, I’ll never tell a nigga some shit I won’t
I done seen a nigga get a shin splint, don’t ask me what I’m on
It’s late as fuck, I’m tryna fuck, don’t ask me what I’m on
Try to run another milli’ up, you ask, “What Boston on?”
A bitch embarrassin’ me, still, I wake up and probably call her phone
A bitch went down on me, swear to God, I ain’t have to leave the phone
The feds tappin’ in, so when you want it, call my people phone
She put the police on me, that’s the only way I’ma leave her ‘lone

Chorus
Can we go back home?
Go back to my place?
New wave
Nigga, I’m drippin’ tax ‘cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe you up
Drip you up in Saint Laurent
But, I don’t listen, bitch, I only listen to what my funds say
This a Porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
Bring them whores through, bitch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
I’m gonna ? you, bitch, you playin’ hella games like ?
I’m tryna worn you, these youngins shoot whenever I say
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Real Boston Richey – Do Me Like That Lyrics

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(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Uh, uh
Uh
Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I’m finna go catch a play, I’m comin’ back, uh
Niggas keep dyin’ out here every day, I can’t relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh
I’m Mister Fly ‘Em In to be exact

Make sure you got your head on right before you catch a hat
Ayy, I make my bed up every night right after I kiss a rack
Either way, they gotta see me like I got a face tat’
Then my main bitch complainin’, shit, I swear, I hate that
Took my L’s to the chin, manned up, I ate that
Leave the booth to catch a play, he just called for an eight pack
Niggas’ll still slime you out even if y’all go way back
Uh, whip the dope like cake mix, I don’t be on no fake shit
You would think we was at the round table, I’m passin’ out all these plates, bitch
Why the fuck I’ma give you the world? You can’t even make grits
I’ll come to your funeral late ‘fore you say your period late, bitch
Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I’m finna go catch a play, I’m comin’ back, uh
Niggas keep dyin’ out here every day, I can’t relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh
Niggas be dyin’ out here every day, I gotta stay on beat
I’m ridin’ presi’, I done blacked-on-blacked my whole fleet
My bitch a blessin’, so when she come home, I’ma rub her feet
I pray that pussy shit don’t never come and rub on me
She pray that money rub off on her, she tryna hug on me
She think I’ma spend them Benjis on her, she tryna love on me
If you ain’t the baddest, Boston known to leave a bitch on E
She think I’ma treat her like my ex-bitch, bitch, we gon’ see
Uh, ayy, these niggas know where we be and we trappin’ C
Uh, I go back home and trap that D, my pockets ain’t on E
His F a bitch, I was thuggin’ by myself ‘cause I’m a G
Uh, “L,” stands for, “Love,” I’m chasin’ M’s and pushin’ P
Uh, gotta stay on Q, capitol R, I’m ready to shoot
Uh, know this shit get deep, the, “S,” stand for, “Shit ain’t sweet”
Know I’m dripped out to the T, I don’t know ‘bout you
Uh, and the “V,” it stand for, “Villain,” but I got private views
W, don’t fuck with we, X you, I can’t fuck with you
I ain’t sleep, but I’m locked with the Z’s, show a nigga what that flock’ll do
Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I’m finna go catch a play, I’m comin’ back, uh
Niggas keep dyin’ out here every day, I can’t relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh
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Real Boston Richey – Braggin’ Rights Lyrics

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(Ayo, run it up, Rami)
I wanna fuck
Let me see that pussy
You know I got you ice cream?
Man, let me see that pussy, man
Uh, uh
You ain’t gon’ let me see the pussy?
That’s all you care about? (Andree, run it up)
Bye
You got me fucked up
That’s all you care about is pussy
Nah
Boy, that bitch do not fuck you, for real
Ayy, man, what’s up?
Uh, uh, they want braggin’ rights, I don’t need no help
I keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I’m a player, baby, so don’t play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, ho, feel this pain I felt
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, can’t give no bitch my heart
Won’t let the bitch know I know she cheatin’, nigga, I play my part
Won’t let the bitch know whenever I’m leavin’, bitch, I play it smart
And she gon’ hide when she be cheatin’, but I’ma up the charts
Nigga, I’ma up the score
Trappin’ dope from coast to coast
Don’t need a bitch, I’ll leave a ho
I take that back, only time I need a bitch to drive the dope
Gangster bitch, straight up out the projects, swear you can’t hide the ho
Put up bitch, gotta tell a bitch, “Come outside some more”
I’m on that shit, I serve a nigga ass right up outside the store
Nigga don’t know my plug, nigga, I get my Bubs from Idaho
Forever do her wrong, how I growed up, nigga, we don’t idol hoes
These new niggas different, how they growed up, nigga, they’ll slime the bros
I was taught when you meet a bitch, wine and dine the ho
If that’s your main bitch, when you fuck her, slow stroke the ho
Finesse your main bitch, give her free game, we don’t dope the ho
I’ll hand a nigga the blick when it’s up like, “Need a ‘Port to smoke?”
Uh, jumped off in the water, I was the only nigga that finessed the ropes
Hit him in his head like he just asked for a vest to hold
Leave a bitch dead, I can’t lie, I invest in hoes
You heard what I said, the pussy good if she a messy ho
Uh, uh, they want braggin’ rights, I don’t need no help
I keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I’m a player, baby, so don’t play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, ho, feel this pain I felt
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, can’t give no bitch my heart
Won’t let the bitch know I know she cheatin’, nigga, I play my part
Won’t let the bitch know whenever I’m leavin’, bitch, I play it smart
And she gon’ hide when she be cheatin’, but I’ma up the charts

Nigga, I’ma up the score
Every day, fuck different hoes, switch a bitch up every show
Treat a bitch like Pastor Troy, but, baby, I ain’t your average Joe
She be tryna eat it right after she eat it, she ain’t your average ho
Hate a nigga be talkin’ all that shit, but still be lackin’ though
I don’t say nothin’ when these niggas be talkin’, I’m ready for action though
I play hot potato with these bitches, I’ma pass your ho
Say I love a bitch, but truth be told, I just be mackin’ though
If this rappin’ don’t go how I planned it, I’ma be right back trappin’ though
Uh, uh, hey want braggin’ rights, I don’t need no help
I keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I’m a player, baby, so don’t play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, ho, feel this pain I felt
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, can’t give no bitch my heart
Won’t let the bitch know I know she cheatin’, nigga, I play my part
Won’t let the bitch know whenever I’m leavin’, bitch, I play it smart
And she gon’ hide when she be cheatin’, but I’ma up the charts
Nigga, I’ma up the score
Like, fuck you mean though?
I’m finna unblock you though
You already unblocked me
No, I didn’t, finna unblock you, I need to have one of them—
So you finna knock my ass off and block me again? You know how childish that is?
Yeah, but I’m finna unblock you, I need to have one of them pictures soon as I unblock you
Bye
You need to grow up
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