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Real Boston Richey
Real Boston Richey
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Jalen Taheen Foster
Jalen Taheen Foster
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Hello What up? What y'all want to drink? Whatever We want water, all types of juices, whatever And some Red Bull's too Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh I can't win for losin' I fuck her good, but somehow we always be gettin' into it Niggas be runnin' from they problems See, me, I run right to 'em I treat this shit like a Nike check, I wake straight and do it I show them young niggas how to get a check, they too influenced I take they hitec down right to the chest, I need some fluids She say I had her at her best, but now her trust is ruined Bitch, I been gettin' it before I met you Bitch, I been gettin' to it (bitch, I'm bein' stupid, huh?) Huh, huh Marni linen, before I whip it, I go get it tinted Hold on, bae, buckle up, I got that carbine with me Fuck around and go buy me a Wagon just to barb his kiddie I been up an M before this rap shit, niggas can't bargain with me Now, who wan' argue with me? I bought my first brick up in Houston I ain't talkin' Bob and Whitney (skrrt) The same niggas tryna slime me out, was out here clockin' with me Same niggas try to bog me out try double back and split me Niggas, it competition My niggas ain't fuckin' with me, I don't leave no fuckin' witness Stay the fuck-up out my business, ain't talkin' 'bout my witness This bitch a three up in the face, but she got ass and titties Nigga, I dare a nigga to play, kill 'em with this quickness (skrrt) I can't win for losin' I fuck her good, but somehow we always be gettin' into it Niggas be runnin' from they problems See, me, I run right to 'em I treat this shit like a Nike check, I wake up straight and do it I show them young niggas how to get a check, they too influenced I take they hitÿec down right to the chest, I need some fluids She say I had her at her best, but now her trust is ruined Bitch, I been gettin' it before I met you Bitch, I been gettin' to it (bitch, I'm bein' stupid, huh?) Huh, huh Marni linen, before I whip it, I go get it tinted Hold on, bae, buckle up, I got that carbine with me Fuck around and go buy me a Wagon just to barb his kiddie I been up an M before this rap shit, niggas can't bargain with me Now, who wan' argue with me?
Writer(s): Thomas Heinz Kessler, Joseph Dionte Steele, Jalen Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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