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bullseye 2 - real boston richey & future lyrics

[intro: real boston richey & future]
pluto richey, richey pluto, however, you wanna say it (bah*bah*bah*bah)
yeah, murder
two of my chains ten*hundred thousand, one of my rings cost a house
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few of my b*tches, can’t live without ’em
trench gang, slime ’em out

[chorus: real boston richey]
bubba chain a hundred thousand
ran it up in public housing
n*ggas p*ssy, ronda rousey
f*ck with me, don’t f*ck without me
hula hoop ass n*gga got slimed out for tryna go around me
know i get a n*gga ass touched right now, ain’t gotta be around him
booted up, i don’t take no med
i be on that drank instead
f*ck ’round on that strong back doin’ too much, i d*mn near broke the bed
i don’t gotta have no comeback, i don’t argue, f*ck him, k!ll him dead
f*ck it, buy his b*tch a wig
f*ck his b*tch, i love to see it
[verse 1: real boston richey & future]
i been on this sh*t sincе i was a kid, all this sh*t i did
all my ex hoes still ain’t on sh*t, keep ’em out my mix
ion’t еven be tryna connect hoes, with this motion sh*t
know the police stayin’ next door, still gettin’ them bubba’s in
ho you know i don’t play connect four, ain’t with that playin’ sh*t
can’t afford the real, we pullin’ through, all dirty sticks
cookin’ up motion, shoot my shot, i got a curry wrist
gotta keep it kosher, can’t do too much, these f*ck n*ggas a snitch
servin’ crystal falls just like the haves and the have not
all that f*ckin’ ‘wood and oxy get ya ass slimed out
pull up in a benz, she say that she wanna know me now
f*ck it, spin a bend
pop his ass and call it bullseye

[refrain: real boston richey]
servin’ crystal falls just like the haves and the have not
all that f*ckin’ ‘wood and oxy get ya ass slimed out
pull up in a benz, she say that she wanna know me now
f*ck it, spin a bend
pop his ass and call it bullseye (pluto)

[verse 2: future]
freeband chain, crib driller
all my lil’ n*ggas nothin’ but spinners
audemar my gang member (yeah)
ap for my main, hol’ up
one of my outfits least a ki’
d*mn near touchin’ a half a b
if my n*gga wasn’t jigga, i’m the type to go after b
and i still smash on c
i got two fifth on me
like the quarter bag of the cheese
i’m in the field, no cleats
breakin’ that seal by the p
pour up drink but don’t get sleepy
i’m on pills and i’m geeked
wait, this money got me tweakin’
turnin’ good girls to freaks
she ain’t with me, she with the streets
cost two thousand just to bust a nut on these hermès sheets
two of my chains ten*hundred thousand, one of my rings cost a house
few of my b*tches, can’t live without ’em
trench gang, slime ’em out
[chorus: real boston richey]
bubba chain a hundred thousand
ran it up in public housing
n*ggas p*ssy, ronda rousey
f*ck with me, don’t f*ck without me
hula hoop ass n*gga got slimed out for tryna go around me
know i get a n*gga ass touched right now, ain’t gotta be around him
booted up, i don’t take no med
i be on that drank instead
f*ck ’round on that strong back doin’ too much, i d*mn near broke the bed
i don’t gotta have no comeback, i don’t argue, f*ck him, k!ll him dead
f*ck it, buy his b*tch a wig
f*ck his b*tch, i love to see it

- real boston richey future lyrics

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