site flipping - real boston richey lyrics
[intro]
yeah
yeah, mhm
it’s richey rich y’all, mhm, let me talk my sh*t
uh, uh
[chorus]
please excuse me if i’m light tippin’
i ain’t a racist but i rather deal with white women
this sh*t amazin’, should be out here doin’ light k!llings
you give a n*gga the bag and he gon’ get it right with him
[verse]
just left atlanta to go to cali’, n*gga, we site flippin’
gave the b*tch two hundred for the p*ssy, n*gga, that’s light pimpin’
hope they close the door while we cook it, n*gga, that white business
trappin’ out the rentals, i know they lookin’, so i slight tint it
boston piped in it
tryna run the ms up, run the b up just like kylie jenner
i don’t really go on dates, but i’ma test that b*tch like, “what’s for dinner”
know we gettin’ our cake, don’t play, monclers for the winter
go back, count the cake, pluto say he want a hundred for the sprinter
all these n*ggas p*ssy, get out my way, n*gga, i’m lockin’ it with spinners
talk about n*gga that spin the block, only f*ckin’ around with bimmers
‘fore i judge another man, look at myself in the mirror
a sack don’t make you a boss, and gettin’ money don’t make you no realer
you can be tamed, how the f*ck these n*ggas big gorillas?
you catch a case, you can’t play, don’t get no pot to fill it
got to drop this b*tch back off the benz, i f*cked ’round bent the fender
the n*gga that stay out here the longest, that’s the f*ckin’ winner
can admit that i’m a sinner
told that b*tch, “i’ll k!ll you,” yeah, i said that while i was in there
b*tches love dawgs, n*gga, i’m straight up out the kennel
matter fact they love all n*ggas, these b*tches be some givers
givin’ up the p*ssy, these b*tches don’t never see the picture
i don’t never see my sister
lock ’em in the middle, these b*tches be f*ckin’ like some scissors
pass her to my n*gga, before he f*ck, i got to hit her
can’t never get no drop, so why you think i’m a dealer
she be tryna give her all, but my lab is way, way realer
she go down and hit them b*lls, i swear to god, i really miss her
f&n got baby draco bullets, they look like baby missiles
get a block and then we take on n*ggas, ain’t got to do nothin’ but whistle
get a drop and then we wait on n*ggas, we play just like scripture
n*ggas tried to play me to the left, but n*ggas got move much quicker
servin’ fish scale, n*gga
sh*t way better than official
i been whippin’ dope since thirteen, n*ggas know i be official
i ain’t got to put in no work, my n*gga’s’ll roll you just like a swisher
i ain’t got to put in no work, my n*gga, they quick to bust some triggers
you know i pay the pretty penny, just look how this b*tch fl!cker
i take a project b*tch, i clean her up, and then i fix her
i take a project b*tch, but i don’t put her up in my mixer
they think i’m done, want me to buy the maybach, hundred k over the sticker
i don’t ball hog, i pas the ball, just call me a pitcher
it’s like when i stopped sellin’ them drugs, n*gga, i became way richer
[chorus]
please excuse me if i’m light tippin’
i ain’t a racist but i rather deal with white women
this sh*t amazin’, should be out here doin’ light k!llings
you give a n*gga the bag and he gon’ get it right with him
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