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bring dat p - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
d*mn, bae, i’m leavin’ a voice message again, it’s like 11 o’clock, man, d*mn
man, i’m tired of fiendin’, like, man, what the f*ck? i don’t wanna beef no more, man
bring it to me, please (thtboistokes go crazy)

[verse 1]
slow it down ’cause i feel like we rushin’
i take that back ’cause, girl, i’m tired of fussin’
i’m tired of doin’ you bad, treatin’ you like this sh*t nothin’
i’m tryna show you love and manners through all this l*stin’
how the f*ck them crackers pick my brother up for a b*tton?
all these n*ggas ’round, somebody gotta tell us somethin’
i take that back ’cause that sh*t there ain’t even up for discussion
i’m puttin’ my pain aside, let’s talk about you, bae, i’m crushin’
i promise you let me eat it, you gon’ bust just like a gusher
have you spittin’, brrt*brrt, like this k, it come from russia
promise to hold you tight when i’m in it, bae, i love you
tuh, you won’t let me get it, you let my earth burn like it’s usher

[chorus]
mm, i’m like bring me that p*ssy
why you actin’ hard? bring me that p*ssy
what the f*ck you on? need to bring me that p*ssy
i’m tired of playin’, bring me that p*ssy
when i leave my job, you gotta bring me that p*ssy
when i leave the trap, gotta bring me that p*ssy
you say you done arguin’, okay, bring me that p*ssy
when you leave with your friends, bring that p*ssy
[verse 2]
bae, i love hard, i’m an aquarius
your p*ssy good, two days in, baby, i’m ready to marry it
they play with you, they gon’ be releasin’ doves and pushin’ carriages
you know i’m full of love, girl, my mama a sagitarius
won’t take you for advantage, you love me, i’ma cherish it
you could trust me, i take your secrets, then i bury it
don’t tell your friends what we goin’ through ’cause they ain’t goin’ through it
you wanna f*ck a n*gga to get back, then, girl, go’n do it
but i told i apologize for all that lyin’ and wrongdoin’
’cause it ain’t right, you always judge me for what the bros doin’
n*ggas that used to be in my sister business until i got my room
’cause you don’t why they really fightin’ and what they be at home doin’
girl, you know my flaws inside, but to the streets, it ain’t known to ’em
so why every time we beef, you hit up twitter and put ’em on to ’em?
when i slide, you think i cheat, you know i’m in the streets, you know my phone boomin’
don’t act like rap n*ggas on top of me ’cause i’m my own shooter

- real boston richey lyrics

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