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krazy - real boston richey lyrics

[verse 1]
you can lead a b*tch to the water, but you can’t make the b*tch drink
i was really trappin’ them quarters, on the block uppin’ my rank
drink lean like i sip water, had to put down all the pints
a thick old b*tch just sent me an ass pic sittin’ on the sink
fell too in deep with the streets, feel like we react as newlyweds
i’m trappin’ d and i’m trappin’ c and trappin’ sudafed
crackers took my jewelry, d*mn, i think i wanna sue the feds
and my b*tch just cut me off and god ain’t answerin’, don’t know who to beg
like, d*mn, we gotta start back over, h*lla dates at bossa nova
n*ggas tryna cross me out, n*ggas tryna f*ck me over
n*ggas tryna box me out, b*tchеs tryna run me over
crackers tryna crop mе out, lawyer keep sayin’ that it’s over
but the lord got last say so
i’m out here lookin’ for an old opp with a brand new draco
before you drop, i need an alibi, fly my b*tch to caicos
that drac’ gon’ sound like a lullaby, wish death on all these fake hoes
n*ggas say they pushin’ p, i’m like, “what p they pushin’?”
n*ggas’ p, they stand for, “peon,” and they stand for, “p*ssy”
n*ggas can’t even reach my lap, i spent two*hundred k on cushion
i’m tryna whip my dope, my b*tch be mad, like, “bae, i’m cookin'”
i know, bae, i’m lookin’
you ain’t f*ck with no rookie
rich*ass n*gga, but i still play the bucket
know how to swindle a b*tch, growin’ up, we used to go play hookey
stay down on my sh*t, in other words, stay up on my bully
your feet ain’t fast enough, p*ssy n*gga, you can’t even duck no fully
[chorus]
mm, stayed down with these m’s, now i’m super rich
in the projects stackin’ with my timbs, get super trench
baby way too wet for me, she leave me super drenched
i don’t like no borin’ b*tch, over here, bae, we get super lit
feel like you ready to do me bad, you ask me who i’m with
i know why n*ggas mad ’cause n*ggas got a ran through b*tch
i’m bettin’ top dollar n*ggas ain’t never ran my b*tch
n*gga, i’m a shot caller, i wouldn’t even stamp your b*tch

[verse 2]
n*gga, i’m a big baller
big dog like rottweiler
these n*ggas c*ck blockers
these n*ggas show stoppers
i ain’t gotta blow no bag, real pantyhose dropper
these n*ggas cappin’ for the ‘gram, they don’t want no problems
i keep my heart stuffed in my pocket and keep it zipped up
b*tch got some big old lips, i think she got her lips touched
they ask me why i act like that, got pain built up
she show me real love, that’s why my main filled up
but enough of that
doin’ n*ggas bad, i’m treatin’ n*ggas’ ass like a punchin’ bag
if you down bad, i’ll front the sack
if you f*cked up, i might look out for you
if a n*gga take they life and put it on the line, they really love you
if a b*tch gon’ beat that visitation down, then that b*tch really love you
if a n*gga don’t show you action, how you know that n*gga gon’ be for you?
how i’ma know, n*gga, if we really rockin’?
spin his block with a—, left him milly rockin’
cruisin’ through the city, keep a mini nina up in my pocket
cappin’ for these n*ggas, y’all school boys, n*ggas need to stop it
yeah, you get some money, but you n*ggas know who really poppin’
know who started all this sh*t, ’bout me, n*ggas body*droppin’
[chorus]
stayed down with these m’s, now i’m super rich
in the projects stackin’ with my timbs, get super trench
baby way too wet for me, she leave me super drenched
i don’t like no borin’ b*tch, over here, bae, we get super lit
feel like you ready to do me bad, you ask me who i’m with
i know why n*ggas mad ’cause n*ggas got a ran through b*tch
i’m bettin’ top dollar n*ggas ain’t never ran my b*tch
n*gga, i’m a shot caller, i wouldn’t even stamp your b*tch

- real boston richey lyrics

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