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Real Boston Richey – Send a Blitz Lyrics Lyrics, Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO
Intro
(Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Huh, Rich
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow (PBell)
I got this shit on the floor (Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)

Chorus
Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don’t like lil’ homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I’m tired of goin’ home
Told that ho, “Don’t speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone”
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on
Verse
Bitch say she gon’ pay me to suck that dick, she don’t turn me on
Talkin’ to the pussy, that freaky shit like I’m on the microphone
I was out here pavin’ a way when dog was out here swipin’ phones
You can’t come to Ridge Road or South City, that’s where them snipers roam
And that’s on my son, I was out here thuggin’ with whitey-tightiеs on
Love to fuck a nat-nat, but on my son, nigga, I can’t wife a shone
Only thing thеy askin’ Boston, “Will your niggas take a life?”
If that bag involved, shit, nigga, you damn right
All this cash on me, tell me why the fuck I’ma stop at lights
Bitch, I’ma fuck you good, but you know I ain’t gon’ do you right
Catch an opp lackin’, that’s on my mama, we shoot shit on sight
We was trappin’ Bubbs when niggas ain’t have no Bubbs, that’s why we pipe
You either flyin’ P’s or you fuckin’, that’s how you get your flight
Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain’t got no type
Fucked up when they let us get them switches, I ain’t finna fight
Frrt, hit the switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys
Lil’ bitch know that Boston really the shit like a porta-pot
You know that I fuck every bitch I get, shit, I love them thots
Why the fuck these niggas tryna steal my shit? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit, I don’t know what it’s ‘bout
Nigga sayin’ he got some smoke, fuck it, nigga, let’s shoot it out
Nigga throwin’ up, “Z’s” in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties ‘bout?
We ain’t bangin’ Sex Money Murder, but, nigga, we at the shooter spot
These lil’ niggas ain’t on gang, these lil’ niggas, they goobered out
Black truck the bitch, slidin’ through, nigga, we Ubered out
If that pussy smellin’ just like flowers, I’ll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, shit, I’ll bring ‘em out
If that bitch not postin’ for a couple days, shit, Boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit, I need wooty out
Catch me eatin’ some oxtails, you know I’m at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out
Fucked her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide
Yeah, it’s a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hundred, we get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, nigga, we pass ‘em out
Chorus
Wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don’t like lil’ homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I’m tired of goin’ home (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, “Don’t speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone”
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on
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