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ain't gone lie - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
yeah
mm, turn me up a lil’ more, brother
yeah, uh, uh, yeah
(andree, run it up)
only got myself, it’s just me
just me
standin’ ten toes on this sh*t (call that boy duhvinci how he up it and just paint sh*t)
’til the lord call my name
uh

[chorus]
only got myself, it’s just me
uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, i keep it g
bl!ck up on the seat, i’m watchin’ whoever watchin’ me
i’m givin’ instagrams to all them n*ggas who ever called for me
i’m givin’ goyard bags to all my b*tches, that’s why they flock to me
if the b*tch don’t do hair or do some nails, the b*tch can’t talk to me
i ain’t gon’ lie, i done been through h*ll, i make a b*tch walk to me
ain’t gon’ lie, b*tch can’t f*ck my brother, the b*tch can’t talk to me

[verse]
ain’t gon’ lie, sh*t, i get too high ’cause i been goin’ through sh*t
ain’t gon’ lie, yeah, i been cheatin’ ’cause i don’t like no borin’ b*tch
ain’t gon’ lie, you got me f*cked up, laid up on some h*rny sh*t
if you can’t eat it up when i need you to, the f*ck i need you, b*tch?
f*ck you, b*tch, let me pack my sh*t, that’s some sh*t i can’t put up with
you know it’s disrespectful if you ask me, “boston, who you pulled up with?”
five years ago when i pulled up, i would floss when i pulled the b*tch
got two sticks and a glizzy in this b*tch, the crackers better not pull this b*tch
watched a n*gga that i loved changed on me, n*gga, i’m through with this
if i smack a n*gga, won’t put it on the ‘gram, won’t know who i’m ‘to it with
when it come to buyin’ bub’ and ridin’ fancy cars, n*gga, i influence this
before i bought a car, i was stealin’ cars, f*ck n*gga, i ain’t new to this
n*gga, i stayed down with all this sh*t, n*gga, i’m true to this
you know when a n*gga steal, you gon’ turn around like, “who to hit?”
why the f*ck these f*ck n*ggas playin’ with my name? n*gga know i’m too legit
the way this switch’ll bust off, make that bang, n*gga need a coolin’ kit
i told that b*tch she could lose my number, b*tch, you dead, you on bougie sh*t
louie v pants, balenciaga bomber, why the f*ck i can’t lose a b*tch?
b*tch, i’m turned up than a motherf*cker, but i be on that coolin’ sh*t
boston be smilin’ like a motherf*cker, but he’ll get on that stupid sh*t
[chorus]
only got myself, it’s just me
uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, i keep it g
bl!ck up on the seat, i’m watchin’ whoever watchin’ me
i’m givin’ instagrams to all them n*ggas who ever called for me
i’m givin’ goyard bags to all my b*tches, that’s why they flock to me
if the b*tch don’t do hair or do some nails, the b*tch can’t talk to me
i ain’t gon’ lie, i done been through h*ll, i make a b*tch walk to me
ain’t gon’ lie, b*tch can’t f*ck my brother, the b*tch can’t talk to me

- real boston richey lyrics

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