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keep dissing 2 - real boston richey lyrics

[intro: real boston richey]
let’s go, let’s go
manpack that ship up man, we gotta get up out this b*tch

[pre*chorus: real boston richey]
i’ll blow that sh*t b*tch i ain’t stingy
you can slide around with boston if your top different
every time i turn around, they say an opp missing
wanna know how n*ggas dying? n*ggas keep dissing
but i don’t get in that, i’m steady rackin’ up them chickens
i wanna hit the booth, but i’m stuck up in them trenches
i bang that five, but i want six hoes with me like i’m nipsey
f*cking hoes and kickin’ doors that’s just how we livin’
[verse 1: real boston richey]
she done popped an adderall, now she say she miss me
she gone pull up and eat it all, only when she tipsy
runnin’ circles ’round these hoes, treat ’em like a frisbee
why the f*ck these ig hoes always tryna tempt me?
d*mn, i swear i hate a b*tch who want all the attention
b*tch you trippin’, i got enough cheese, i could buy a richie
i told my dawg don’t pop no more, them young [?] is fienin
i’m tryna fly her out to turk, but d*mn this b*tch stay trippin’
you know i left her feelin’ hurt, i can feel the tension
tired of puttin’ n*ggas on and they don’t do nothin’ with it
i’m tired of n*ggas saying they on, but they ‘on never spin it
i’m tired of b*tches shakin’ ass, get mad, when i won’t hit it

[pre*chorus: real boston richey & lil durk]
i’ll blow that sh*t b*tch i ain’t stingy
you can slide around with boston if your top different
every time i turn around, they say an opp missing
wanna know how n*ggas dying? n*ggas keep dissing
but i don’t get in that, i’m steady wrappin’ up them chickens
i wanna hit the booth, but i’m stuck up in them trenches
i bang that five, but i want six hoes with me like i’m nipsey (smurk)
f*cking hoes and kickin’ doors that’s just how we livin’
(you know what the f*ck goin’, n*gga)

[verse 2: lil durk]
i be tryna tell him, without sayin’ too much, we tryna nail him (boom)
bro got bodies, he a demon child, i’m brothers to a devil (grrah)
i’ma slime you out, if brodie do it, i’m ’round, you ain’t gon’ tell it (finesse)
i done been on hits with every gun, them dracos ain’t gon’ fear you
all my opps some b*tches, half them came to court to be a witness (b*tches)
they was switchin’, so i called them threats to bring a couple switches
and we bully k!llers, we take from the n*ggas who be takin’ (give me that)
and i’m petty, i need a deuce, i took a pint plus what he drinkin’
i ain’t never run, had to throw my glock, i brought another gun (another gun)
even though i don’t eat meat, i placed the order for another drum (another drum)
blue beam, ’cause that red beam don’t make the chasers swarm
lucky how we caught him, f*ck his name, we call him ladybug (man, what?)
all them n*ggas say my name they better speak up (come here)
backseat with that blackout, told the driver “let the seat up”
hop out like we uber eats, “h*llo, here go your pizza” (h*llo)
free rico out that jam, he just a real street n*gga, man what?
[pre*chorus: real boston richey]
i’ll blow that sh*t b*tch i ain’t stingy
you can slide around with boston if your top different
every time i turn around, they say an opp missing
wanna know how n*ggas dying? n*ggas keep dissing
but i don’t get in that, i’m steady wrappin’ up them chickens
i wanna hit the booth, but i’m stuck up in them trenches
i bang that five, but i want six hoes with me like i’m nipsey
f*cking hoes and kickin’ doors that’s just how we livin’

[outro: real boston richey]
n*ggas knowin’ where we bang, never go out against the grave
we’ve been knockin’ sh*t down, from the streets, the chain gang
slidin’ ’round with the drac’, get the “wow” wood*grained
call my dawg a “f*ck n*gga,” it’s just a florida thing

- real boston richey lyrics

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