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base god - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
yeah
uh*huh
uh*huh
let’s go, lil’ n*gga
(thtboistokes go crazy)
yeah, you dig me, n*gga?
sh*t go for both, money counter or a switchy, n*gga, you choose it, n*gga
you choose your demise to this sh*t, n*gga
yeah, n*gga
mm

[chorus]
n*gga, i’m vicious like a pitbull
i been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
slow it down, shawty, b*tch, you better not get this b*tch pulled
we got pounds in here that’s pokin’ out like some sheep wool
k!ller steppin’ just like a horse hoof
i can get that sh*t on front, voice and face good
i get the work, i’m on go, it ain’t play time
walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me base god
i been feelin’ a private stay, look at the b*tch, hеr face wide

[verse 1]
same placе the judges stay, n*gga, that’s where i stay now
had to move in a gated community, got tired of them crackers stakin’ out
a bad lil’ baby eat me up, that’s just how i’m wakin’ now
all racks on me, they don’t believe the money i’m makin’ now
like, d*mn, i ain’t know none of this came with the fame
i would’ve stayed robbin’ n*ggas or stayed off in the dope game
caught a fed case with all my cousins just to make my chain swing
she cheated on me, i cheated back, she stuck on playin’ the blame game
i’m like d*mn, big old chopper got some hangtime
fell out with them n*ggas i grew up with, sh*t ain’t the same now
she let me f*ck, she say i’m smooth, the second b*tch used the same line
they done came out with them fullies, them youngins ain’t gotta aim now
[chorus]
n*gga, i’m vicious like a pitbull
i been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
slow it down, shawty, b*tch, you better not get this b*tch pulled
we got pounds in here that’s pokin’ out like some sheep wool
k!ller steppin’ just like a horse hoof
i can get that sh*t on front, voice and face good
i get the work, i’m on go, it ain’t play time
walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me base god
i been feelin’ a private stay, look at the b*tch, her face wide

[verse 2]
came up off a fifty brick, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no weight, n*gga
when i’m done, you’ll make the same thing you’ll make off two eights, n*gga
exotic weed, i’m talkin’ about eleven thousand a play, n*gga
yeah, if you don’t understand my trap mouth, your ass late, n*gga
yeah, if n*ggas sleep on you, up the bank, that sh*t’ll wake n*ggas
used to re*up with everything i had to get my weight bigger
you small*minded with it, young n*gga, you need to think bigger
get it up on your door, the whole world surrounded with fake n*ggas

- real boston richey lyrics

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