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ain’t enough - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
uh, yeah
i’m high right now, i’m so fired down
what’s that called though?
n*gga, what’s that called though?
what’s that called?
(known to let that mac fly just like my n*gga doe)
uh, what

[chorus]
cool, n*gga, i don’t do too much (mm)
two b*tches ain’t enough, the f*ck?
uh, a hundred chickens ain’t enough for us, uh
i don’t think them n*ggas can f*ck with us
just go in front and move ’cause n*ggas ain’t gon’ wait for us
how i’m f*ckin’ on another n*gga b*tch, i guess that he ain’t gave enough
ever since that cali’ rapper been gone, you n*ggas done gave up
we trappin’ out the bando, n*gga, friday done made us
[verse 1]
bruh, i’m trappin’ hard, ballin’ hard just like the lakers
lil’ ho mader that a b*tch, want me to baby her (uh)
i’m chasin’ all my ms, so, i need me a ava
i need a b*tch that hold the trap down just like anastasia
yeah, i need a b*tch gon’ hold the block down if i get these papers
i broke her heart, but, she be passin’ all the money i gave her
i hate a b*tch that worry me and end up makin’ my days tough
five tracks in the same year, i swear, this sh*t ain’t made up
she tryin’ to leave me now, i sear to god, i don’t blame her
i just rolled up one, five switches up in the blazer
i swear to god, this b*tch f*ck on my dawg i still date her
this sh*t like trappin’ packs, man, we gon’ f*ck a new flavor
haha, oh, you really thought i’ll save her
i’m in another n*gga ‘hood and ain’t got my chain tucked
i’ll knock a big dawg off, you think i’ma get my rank up
you ain’t got to say no more, i’m goin’ back, i’ma get my banger

[chorus]
cool, n*gga, i don’t do too much (mm)
two b*tches ain’t enough, the f*ck?
uh, a hundred chickens ain’t enough for us, uh
i don’t think them n*ggas can f*ck with us
just go in front and move ’cause n*ggas ain’t gon’ wait for us
how i’m f*ckin’ on another n*gga b*tch, i guess that he ain’t gave enough
ever since that cali’ rapper been gone, you n*ggas done gave up
we trappin’ out the bando, n*gga, friday done made us
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[verse 2]
you dumb as f*ck, don’t let that dope dry on them paper towels
that’s yo’ b*tch, you know i’m f*ckin’ two, so, that lil’ b*tch, that ours
i’m just in and out, i don’t even f*ck that lil’ b*tch for a hour
i had to lead that lil’ b*tch in, with her attitude too sour
she sucked two d*cks today, i had to go out and get a lil’ b*tch her flowers
these hoes surroundin’ me, they tryna treat me just like austin powers
n*ggas servin’ gas, i know this sh*t we got right here way louder
it seemed like yesterday i was trappin’ on 74th sellin’ some powder

- real boston richey lyrics

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