Real Boston Richey – New Wave ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO Real Boston Richey – New Wave ( Lyrics Lyrics)
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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