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setembro 10, 2023

Real Boston Richey – Beat the Odds Lyrics

Real Boston Richey – Beat the Odds ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO Real Boston Richey – Beat the Odds Verse 1
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’

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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setembro 10, 2023

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

setembro 10, 2023

Real Boston Richey – Do Me Like That Lyrics

Real Boston Richey – Do Me Like That ( Lyrics ) Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO Real Boston Richey – Do Me Like That ( Lyrics )
(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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setembro 10, 2023

Real Boston Richey – Braggin’ Rights Lyrics

Real Boston Richey – Braggin’ Rights ( Lyrics ) Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO Real Boston Richey – Braggin’ Rights ( Lyrics )
(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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setembro 10, 2023

Real Boston Richey – Ain’t Gone Lie Lyrics

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Intro
Yeah
Mm, turn me up a lil’ more, brother
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
(Andree, run it up)
Only got myself, it’s just me
Just me
Standin’ ten toes on this shit (Call that boy Duhvinci how he up it and just paint shit)
‘Til the Lord call my name
Uh
Chorus
Only got myself, it’s just me
Uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, I keep it G
Blick up on the seat, I’m watchin’ whoever watchin’ me
I’m givin’ Instagrams to all them niggas who ever called for me
I’m givin’ Goyard bags to all my bitches, that’s why they flock to me
If the bitch don’t do hair or do some nails, the bitch can’t talk to me
I ain’t gon’ lie, I done been through Hell, I make a bitch walk to me
Ain’t gon’ lie, bitch can’t fuck my brother, the bitch can’t talk to me

Verse
Ain’t gon’ lie, shit, I get too high ‘cause I been goin’ through shit
Ain’t gon’ lie, yeah, I been cheatin’ ‘cause I don’t like no borin’ bitch
Ain’t gon’ lie, you got me fucked up, laid up on some horny shit
If you can’t eat it up when I need you to, the fuck I need you, bitch?
Fuck you, bitch, let me pack my shit, that’s some shit I can’t put up with
You know it’s disrespectful if you ask me, “Boston, who you pulled up with?”
Five years ago when I pulled up, I would floss when I pulled the bitch
Got two sticks and a glizzy in this bitch, the crackers better not pull this bitch
Watched a nigga that I loved changed on me, nigga, I’m through with this
If I smack a nigga, won’t put it on the ‘Gram, won’t know who I’m ‘to it with
When it come to buyin’ Bub’ and ridin’ fancy cars, nigga, I influence this
Before I bought a car, I was stealin’ cars, fuck nigga, I ain’t new to this
Nigga, I stayed down with all this shit, nigga, I’m true to this
You know when a nigga steal, you gon’ turn around like, “Who to hit?”
Why the fuck these fuck niggas playin’ with my name? Nigga know I’m too legit
The way this switch’ll bust off, make that bang, nigga need a coolin’ kit
I told that bitch she could lose my number, bitch, you dead, you on bougie shit
Louie V pants, Balenciaga bomber, why the fuck I can’t lose a bitch?
Bitch, I’m turned up than a motherfucker, but I be on that coolin’ shit
Boston be smilin’ like a motherfucker, but he’ll get on that stupid shit
Chorus
Only got myself, it’s just me
Uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, I keep it G
Blick up on the seat, I’m watchin’ whoever watchin’ me
I’m givin’ Instagrams to all them niggas who ever called for me
I’m givin’ Goyard bags to all my bitches, that’s why they flock to me
If the bitch don’t do hair or do some nails, the bitch can’t talk to me
I ain’t gon’ lie, I done been through Hell, I make a bitch walk to me
Ain’t gon’ lie, bitch can’t fuck my brother, the bitch can’t talk to me
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agosto 18, 2023

Real Boston Richey – Keep on Gettin It Lyrics

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Uh, turn me up, P
Uh, Richey
Uh, uh, uh
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
Uh, uh

Crackers tryna swing the block, but we keep on gettin’ it
Over here, we ain’t got no opps ‘cause these niggas bitches
Niggas still hate me over there, tryna knock me off my pivot
I’ll let her nigga buy her nails and hair, I’ll go buy a pendant
Fuck with all the DJs that’s gon’ keep me spinnin’
But I’m turned up, nigga ain’t never been a coalition
Half a ticket on me right now, I bet that bitch gon’ listen
I DM the bitch to take her out of town, I bet your bitch go missin’

A ten-year run, I was a young nigga out here trappin’ midget
I feel like I got a magic wand, I been out trickin’ bitches
I feel like the 50 Boyz ‘cause in my britches, nigga, I can fit a fifty
Might have to cross a nigga out I love ‘cause niggas ain’t even with me
Me and that young bitch always fightin’ just like Bobby and Whitney
She gon’ eat that dick up good, I bought that Pink Whitney
She done fucked me and my brother, that bitch you seen with me
They heard I ran up seven M’s, tell fuck niggas, “Come and get me”
My nigga shoot the shit out a nigga, I got that plumber with me
These niggas be doin’ all that Tweetin’, but niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
We started off a hundred deep, ain’t none of them niggas with me
I know I fucked her good ‘cause all of my ex bitches miss me
These niggas be cappin’ when they say, “No cap,” like, “No kizzy”
I’m only givin’ a nigga a Bubba chain who roll with me
I’m talkin’ ‘bout same niggas who post up at the store with me
Went against the whole hood, we only had like four semis
I’m only like five foot and a couple inches with four bitches
I’m ‘posed to have a ticket, nigga, I ain’t see like no mentions
Can’t let him hold the strap, it went down, he done froze with it
Every time I make another hundred, I get more bitches
I fuck that bitch up off that Henny, got control in it
“Why your car so tinted out?” ‘Cause I got ‘bows in it
You know I fuck with Herbo and them ‘cause I got no limits
My heart too froze, baby, that’s why I be cold pimpin’
My backdoor closed, baby, I ain’t doin’ no slippin’
We’ll wipe your nose, baby, we ain’t doin’ no trippin’
We got them ‘bows, baby, but we ain’t doin’ no shippin’
She say she fuck me better, these hoes ain’t no different
I ain’t sold a zip in a year
Big old diamonds in my ear
Make them packages disappear
She got piercings on her lip
I’m out here thuggin’ with the dips
I rock Chane-ne for the Crips
I fucked this bitch up off the rip
Yeah, yeah

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julho 25, 2023

Real Boston Richey – Send a Blitz Lyrics

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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janeiro 7, 2023

Lyrics Real Boston Richey – Something Better (Official Audio)

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

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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janeiro 7, 2023

Lyrics Real Boston Richey – Loner (Official Audio)

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

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janeiro 7, 2023

Lyrics Real Boston Richey – Paper Tags (Official Audio)

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