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Real Boston Richey

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Трек «IDK» вышел в 6 января 2023 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Open Shift Distribution»)Public Housing, Pt. 2

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АльбомPublic Housing, Pt. 2

Дата релиза6 января 2023 г.

ЛейблOpen Shift Distribution

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Real Boston Richey

Real Boston Richey

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Jalen Taheen Foster

Jalen Taheen Foster

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, ****, Richey

Man, I pop my shit and I do whatever

Nobody gon' stop shit

Known to let that MAC fly just like my **** Doe, baow

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up beats 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 bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy

Crackers kicked my 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 know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit

Tone, me, and RenKen, we slidin', ****, 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 mix

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 **** up, bitch, I would've bought a bag

Your last **** was cappin' 'fore he seen Boston, I got all the cash

Post three hundred on the 'Gram, they be like, "Where his flossin' ass?"

****, I can take some pain, only pain I lost a bag

**** say he want some smoke, fuck 'round, leave him coughin' bad

Thuggin' on the block with the older ****, that's where I got my swag

Fucked her at my mama house, that's why the bitch just walked out fast

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up beats 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 bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy

Crackers kicked my 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 know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit

Gotta keep my nina on me 'cause these **** be on some poor shit

Freestyle all my shit in the booth, ****, I never wrote shit

Know I'm in that mode when I'm out here juggin', I don't even post shit

I be out here juggin' weed, girl, and boy, and more shit

Hit the store to buy some bags, foreign car, the low stick

I ain't dappin' them **** up, I don't even know jit

Fucked a bitch from the north side, from the back, I screamed out, "4 shit"

Don't let her find out where you stay, that's how you get your door kicked

Let that MAC fly, I get my turned up beats 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 bitches tryna sandwich me, tryna treat me like a po' boy

Crackers kicked my 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 know I'm slidin' with G, bein' on that ho shit

Written by: Jalen Taheen Foster, Paul williams jr

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