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Real Boston Richey - No Static (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Boston Richey
Real Boston Richey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Taheen Foster
Jalen Taheen Foster
Songwriter
Paul williams jr
Paul williams jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Macfly Beatz
Macfly Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow) Uh-uh, Percocets and strong Blacks, uh I hit her off the strong back, uh Nigga, you don't even know 'bout that, uh I can fuck a bitch, I'll never break a sweat, uh I'm runnin' down, I'm on they ass just like Charles Manson I ain't never leavin' my BM, bitch, just stop askin' 2012, none of you broke-ass niggas was goin' to classes It's time to bring the Bubbs back up, nigga, I miss taxin' I don't know 'bout you, but I ain't never flipped a bitch taxes I'm quick to show a nigga, I ain't doin' all that riff-raffin' Been wrappin' all my life, but seven months in on rapping If you're a real trap nigga, you know I'm talking plastic And if you really done clapped niggas, then you ain't scared of the casket I gave my bitch ten bands, I told her to fill her basket Go buy some Gucci, buy Chanel, bitch, 'cause you're the baddest They say they'd rather the realest over the baddest, damn, that's madness But either way, she playin' games, and I ain't talkin' Madden She actin' lame, she told me, "Don't stick your finger in my panties" Bought you a flight, then stand on business, bitch, I ain't your daddy I left a bitch way down in Cali', she was actin' sassy I had her family wantin' to whack me, but they know I'm rappin' They know I stay in traffic, know I'm toting big old weapons They know I'm riding with them killers, don't speak on nothin' that happened Bitch-ass nigga don't want no static Mm, bitch-ass nigga don't want no static Uh-uh, every glee I'm totin', you know this bitch an automatic I'm tryna FaceTime a nigga, ooh, closed casket Mm, real killers move silent Mm, real killers come through, move silent Never hidin', only thing we're duckin' sirens Cops peel up, come through, skrrt, it's a wide body Mm, nigga, you gon' kill, or you gon' cry about it? I swept a bitch right off her feet, she say she blindsided Uh, last bitch, she got caught cheatin', and she lied 'bout it They're screamin' bros over hoes, I gotta boycott it Uh, wait, I'm sidetracked, nigga, I'm sidetracked Uh-uh, I'm sidetracked, nigga, I'm sidetracked Uh, before I hit the stage, gotta do a sound check And them Miami hoes ain't got nothin' on that Broward neck Uh, wait, I'm sidetracked, nigga, I'm sidetracked Uh-uh, I'm sidetracked, nigga, I'm sidetracked Yung Miami got you hoes think you're gettin' a check Hoe, move your teeth, your childish ass can't even give no head Hold on, I'm sidetracked, baby, I'm sidetracked Ayy, I'm sidetracked, baby, I'm sidetracked Uh, I'm just talkin' out my ass, you know I ain't meant that You're postin' ass all on IG, I'm tryna hit that Bitch-ass nigga don't want no static Mm, bitch-ass nigga don't want no static Uh-uh, every glee I'm totin', you know this bitch an automatic I'm tryna FaceTime a nigga, ooh, closed casket
Writer(s): Paul L. Williams Jr., Jalen T. Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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