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not to mention - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
huh, uh
dun, dun, uh
bum, uh, uh, uh, uh
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
yeah, uh
bum, uh, huh
bum, bum, huh
bum, bum, uh
ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
n*ggas in competition, mm, but i know n*ggas trippin’
i spent three hundred k on my pendant, two hundred k on what i’m whippin’
and, oh yeah, not to mention, h*lla bread up on my b*tches
you know who did them k!llings, everybody over here got—
slap a b*tch if she don’t listen, wake up, b*tch, go clean my dishes
i’m too turnt to rock them d*ckies, turnt n*gga, gon’ rock givenchy
b*tch, i’m too turnt for them kisses, save it for that n*gga that’s with you
b*tch, lil’ boston’ll never hit you, i’m that n*gga that’ll come and get you
when your n*gga kick you out, take you back up to my spot
penthouse, top floor, this sh*t your n*gga ain’t even got
bеfore i was trappin’ hubba bubba, me and ray was hittin’ the pot
dirt road, trappin’ hard, tryna run up mе a knot
i could do what i want, hit the jeweler and buy me a b*tch a tennis
i go do what they don’t, f*ck a b*tch, then buy the b*tch a pendant
buy some sh*t they won’t, n*ggas hatin’, but i keep on sh*ttin’
i ain’t never miss no day in the trap, n*gga, i got perfect attendance
mm, trap out the store, lil’ n*gga, we winnin’
swingin’ that pole, lil’ n*gga, i’m with it
give me them ‘bows and i’ma go gon’ get it
n*ggas be hoes, they count fetti
you ain’t my bro, n*gga, i ain’t friendly
where the coat? n*gga, i’ma hit it
f*ck that b*tch until i’m finished
i can blow this sh*t in a minute
[chorus]
i can blow this sh*t, i can blow this sh*t in a minute
uh, i can blow this sh*t, n*gga, i can buy a b*tch a tennis
i can blow this sh*t, n*gga, i can blow this sh*t in a minute
i can blow this sh*t, i can go and buy a b*tch some titties

[verse 2]
i can blow it like i made the dollar bill myself
i got my n*ggas with me, i ain’t run this sh*t all by myself
it costs to drip like this, lil’ n*gga, you better watch your step
if you ain’t from the southside, f*ck n*gga, i don’t need your help
the b*tch ain’t movin’ right, it’s only right the b*tch get left
take my pain out on a b*tch, she gotta feel all what i felt
if a b*tch f*ck on my brothers, that’s some sh*t i can’t accept
but a b*tch f*ck on another n*gga, that’s somethin’ i can’t accept
check me out up in the city, boston richey havin’ rep’
b*tch, i’m trappin’ everything, but i’m scared to trap that meth
all these brooms we got over here, n*gga play, you gettin’ swept
b*tch, don’t talk to boston richey, you got d*ck up on your breath

[chorus]
i can blow this sh*t, i can blow this sh*t in a minute
uh, i can blow this sh*t, n*gga, i can buy a b*tch a tennis
i can blow this sh*t, n*gga, i can blow this sh*t in a minute
i can blow this sh*t, i can go and buy a b*tch some titties

- real boston richey lyrics

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