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Real Boston Richey
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Jalen Taheen Foster
Jalen Taheen Foster
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You can lead a bitch to the water, but you can't make the bitch drink I was really trappin' them quarters, on the block uppin' my rank Drink lean like I sip water, had to put down all the pints A thick old bitch just sent me an ass pic sittin' on the sink Fell too in deep with the streets, feel like we react as newlyweds I'm trappin' D and I'm trappin' C and trappin' Sudafed Crackers took my jewelry, damn, I think I wanna sue the feds And my bitch just cut me off and God ain't answerin', don't know who to beg Like, damn, we gotta start back over, hella dates at Bossa Nova Niggas tryna cross me out, niggas tryna fuck me over Niggas tryna box me out, bitches tryna run me over Crackers tryna crop me out, lawyer keep sayin' that it's over But the Lord got last say so I'm out here lookin' for an old opp with a brand-new Draco Before you drop, I need an alibi, fly my bitch to Caicos That Drac' gon' sound like a lullaby, wish death on all these fake hoes Niggas say they pushin' P, I'm like, "What P they pushin'?" Niggas' P, they stand for, "Peon," and they stand for, "Pussy" Niggas can't even reach my lap, I spent $200K on cushion I'm tryna whip my dope, my bitch be mad, like, "Bae, I'm cookin'" I know, bae, I'm lookin' You ain't fuck with no rookie Rich-ass nigga, but I still play the bucket Know how to swindle a bitch, growin' up, we used to go play hookey Stay down on my shit, in other words, stay up on my bully Your feet ain't fast enough, pussy nigga, you can't even duck no fully Mm, stayed down with these M's, now I'm super rich In the projects stackin' with my Timbs, get super trench Baby way too wet for me, she leave me super drenched I don't like no borin' bitch, over here, bae, we get super lit Feel like you ready to do me bad, you ask me who I'm with I know why niggas mad 'cause niggas got a ran-through bitch I'm bettin' top dollar niggas ain't never ran my bitch Nigga, I'm a shot caller, I wouldn't even stamp your bitch Nigga, I'm a big baller Big dog like Rottweiler These niggas cock blockers These niggas showstoppers I ain't gotta blow no bag, real pantyhose dropper These niggas cappin' for the 'Gram, they don't want no problems I keep my heart stuffed in my pocket and keep it zipped up Bitch got some big old lips, I think she got her lips touched They ask me why I act like that, got pain built up She show me real love, that's why my main filled up But enough of that Doin' niggas bad, I'm treatin' niggas' ass like a punchin' bag If you down bad, I'll front the sack If you fucked up, I might look out for you If a nigga take they life and put it on the line, they really love you If a bitch gon' beat that visitation down, then that bitch really love you If a nigga don't show you action, how you know that nigga gon' be for you? How I'ma know, nigga, if we really rockin'? Spin his block with a-, left him Milly Rockin' Cruisin' through the city, keep a mini nina up in my pocket Cappin' for these niggas, y'all school boys, niggas need to stop it Yeah, you get some money, but you niggas know who really poppin' Know who started all this shit, 'bout me, niggas body-droppin' Stayed down with these M's, now I'm super rich In the projects stackin' with my Timbs, get super trench Baby way too wet for me, she leave me super drenched I don't like no borin' bitch, over here, bae, we get super lit Feel like you ready to do me bad, you ask me who I'm with I know why niggas mad 'cause niggas got a ran-through bitch I'm bettin' top dollar niggas ain't never ran my bitch Nigga, I'm a shot caller, I wouldn't even stamp your bitch
Writer(s): Dwan Avery, Bryson R March, Jalen Taheen Foster, Will Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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