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carti - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
(known to let that mac fly just like my n*gga doe)

[verse 1]
i’m like d*mn, baby girl, you thicker than a snicker
matter fact, i feel like you too thick for your n*gga
you don’t think i can handle that? pull up, let me d*ck you
oh, don’t disrespect your n*gga? b*tch, you still don’t get the picture?
i told you i’m a dripper slash trapper slash rap n*gga
project b*tch a real eater, i saved her number as “lap ripper”
usain bolt when i run it up, i done overlapped n*ggas
i’ma leave your ass on read, i see you like cap n*ggas
you can f*ck vert, glizzy, dank, i probably’ll still hit you
f*ck ’round, jump in the dm, they say she eat it up like a dill pickle
cool with poppin’ a strong back or a rhino, i ain’t poppin’ no pills
i got b*tches all on my line, lil’ b*tch, i ain’t even got to deal with you (uh, yeah, come on)
sn*tch a bad b*tch, we gon’ go and get our nails done
i be havin’ way more plays than the ladies doin’ the mail run
that n*gga you with, he ain’t no hustler, n*gga ain’t even sell nothin’
she ain’t treat me right, i’m gettin’ out on her just like a bail bond
mama used to whoop my ass ’cause my head hard
seen a n*gga try to be like lil richey and caught a cell charge
over here we trappin’ frrt, n*gga, and we sell hard
boston stanley, i’ll whoop a n*gga ass ’bout bein’ in my d*mn yard

[chorus]
i’m just tryna tell you, baby, i’m really life of the party
turn up like the white boys, sh*t, i’m livin’ my life gnarly
she said she gon’ ride for me, b*tch, where’s your harley?
you ever go out sad? oops, baby, that’s hardly
i just sh*tted on your n*gga, baby, i’m so sorry
come through in a ferrari, havin’ my way like playboi carti, ayy
i’m too f*ckin’ rich to go and buy a f*ckin’ carti’
cross ’em, ja morant, these n*ggas can’t guard me
[verse 2]
b*tch, shake your ass like your life dependent— hold on, hold on
b*tch, shake your ass like your life dependent on it (uh)
your n*gga, he ain’t richer than me, i put my pendant on it (come on)
every time i f*ck a b*tch, i put my pendant on her (ayy)
she know i’ma blow it while a b*tch dependent on me (ayy)
we don’t f*ck with dog, that’s why we be spinnin’ homie (uh)
i’m too f*ckin’ piped to pull up in a hemi, homie (hold on)
every time i pop out, b*tch, i got the switchy on me

- real boston richey lyrics

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