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trenches - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, huh, huh, uh

[verse 1]
do your thing, b*tch, boston ain’t even mad at you
your baby daddy broke as f*ck, that’s why that n*gga be sad actin’
me and my n*ggas, we bossin’ up, but we can’t laugh at her
take that n*gga to take you out to eat, then throw the tab at him
bring up a tab and i’ma grant your wishes
can’t let ’em catch me slippin’, i only talk that brick talk in the trenches
project baby, you let me stay, i’ll pay the bill and do the dishes
[chorus]
can’t speak for other n*ggas, but all trap n*ggas, they like bad b*tches
mm, mm, all trap n*ggas, they like bad b*tches
mm, mm, all trap n*ggas, they like bad b*tches
mm, n*ggas be pressin’ all them b*ttons, we already had switchеs

[verse 2]
go pay your b*tch bills or i will, n*gga, my bag different
hold on, hold on, n*gga, i brag differеnt
took the b*tch down to miami, now she got her ass different
whole ‘nother b*tch happy, now she come through straight g*wag’ whippin’
tip her hat to real players, now she wearin’ her hat different (skrrt, skrrt)
jump in a maybach, skrrt off, pass n*ggas
drip you in bottega, b*tch, i’m nothin’ like your last n*gga
show you a half a ticket, i’m a young n*gga, but i’m a trap n*gga
just like that ass— b*tch, we really done clapped n*ggas
take a skinny ho, go to the doctor and get her ass bigger
lil’ n*gga tryna ride my wave just like a surfer, these n*ggas some raft rifters
i ain’t trippin’ when i got that switch, n*gga, i’ll murk you, it got a fast trigger
i ain’t trippin’ whenever i hurt, i just wake up, go buy a bag, n*gga

[chorus]
can’t speak for other n*ggas, but all trap n*ggas, they like bad b*tches
mm, mm, all trap n*ggas, they like bad b*tches
mm, mm, all trap n*ggas, they like bad b*tches
mm, n*ggas be pressin’ all them b*ttons, we already had switches
[verse 3]
real trap n*ggas don’t like no sad b*tches
tryna get my d*ck sucked, we already past kisses
quick to kick her up out my whip, don’t f*ck with lame b*tches
when you f*ck a rich n*gga, the fame came with it
mmm, a n*gga ain’t wanna tint you up, he say it came tinted
n*gga ain’t wanna get that bumper fixed, it came dented
you need a rich n*gga in your life, we ain’t lame kickin’
come through super coupe on all these b*tches, lane switchin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
you slidin’ it with the biggest b, no bentley coupe
bought the b*tch her first bottega bag, b*tch, i invented you
i can’t bring up what i bought a b*tch ’cause i’m too in the loop
’cause know she hold it down and she gon’ pull up, get them rentals too
mm, i’m rubbin’ on your ass, lil’ b*tch, i’m feelin’ you
soon as i get that in ‘migo my system, you know i’m bendin’ through
don’t ask me what i’m doin’, b*tch, you know what i’m tryna get into
catch me when i’m hot and ready, catch me when i’m in my mood

- real boston richey lyrics

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