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how you coming - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
uh*uh*uh
tell that boy that’s that public housing sh*t
every song i’m gon’ talk ’bout gettin’ money, man
you pushing payroll, get money, man

[chorus]
oh, that’s how you comin’ now?
this trap house boarded up, this b*tch look like a haunted house
don’t touch these ps over here, these bows right here, white*only pies
i save these sh*t b*tch for my white boys, i keep the price up high
and i don’t be lovin’ on none of these hoes, these b*tches be buggin’ out
them .45 bullets big as f*ck, look like they juggernaut
can’t closе the spot, we keep it trappin’ evеn when it’s hot
i see a n*gga get some money, then i get a spot
like, hold on, wait
[verse 1]
how much them wrists again?
n*ggas ain’t dead, f*ck it, go and spin again
‘fore i’m in my show, i’m at the spot tryna get them chickens in
i don’t give a f*ck, n*gga, if you 9*12, i don’t f*ck with pigs
f*ck ’round and i do ’em way bad, i just put this dope up in yo’ wig
man, bring ’em in, take a risk, b*tch, round up all these benjamins
bought a car last year, a whole nother n*gga wrecked my sh*t
i’m stickin’ with my nappy ‘fro, i ain’t tryna go and matte my wicks
they come and go, i’m rich, you can’t even name a ho that i can’t hit
all i do is pick, before you blink, that lil’ b*tch hit
think i repent before i know that i’m doin’ this sh*t again
we never got no ms together, n*gga, you ain’t my twin
can’t do me in, got to know i’m the realest, this sh*t gon’ get

[chorus]
oh, that’s how you comin’ now?
this trap house boarded up, this b*tch look like a haunted house
don’t touch these ps over here, these bows right here, white*only pies
i save these sh*t b*tch for my white boys, i keep the price up high
and i don’t be lovin’ on none of these hoes, these b*tches be buggin’ out
them .45 bullets big as f*ck, look like they juggernaut
can’t close the spot, we keep it trappin’ even when it’s hot
i see a n*gga get some money, then i get a spot
like, hold on, wait (mhm, uh)
[verse 2]
no matter what i run up, need more cake (uh*uh)
i’m sellin’ d but ain’t talkin’ d’useé (no, no)
i can’t trust none of these n*ggas, they movin’ flake (uh*uh)
yeah, they notice me, i’m pullin’ up in they face (uh)
that mayback old as f*ck, that b*tch still owed a 8
n*gga, check the date, n*gga, yo’ timin’ late (uh*uh)
check on yo’ b*tch, her period late, n*gga
i’m runnin’ from this, yo’ problem, n*gga, okay?

- real boston richey lyrics

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