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what they did - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
uh, it’s funny how he fly me out, he say we’re flyin’ forever (section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
they say it’s a stocked account, but i go buy my b*tch whatever
‘fore i buy her flowers, but her diamonds, diamonds last forever

[verse 1]
i ain’t paintin’ no faces, b*tch, n*gga play, i’m shootin’ whoever
if my uncle go against this sh*t, that’s on my mama, i’m bringin’ pressure
i don’t care ’bout makin’ a name, f*ck a b*tch only for my pleasure
why the f*ck this b*tch actin’ like she the prize? b*tch, you ain’t no treasure
if you f*ck with me, you do what i say, ’cause, b*tch, you in my world
rob a n*gga, make him put his hands in the air like a f*ckin’ barbie girl
i ain’t singin’ to a b*tch, who the f*ck you think i am, robbie earl?
i ain’t braggin’ up on no b*tch, you say he ain’t f*ckin’, you think i can’t tell?
i ain’t drivin’ and takin’ no risk, send them bags right through the mail
b*tch, i’m bringin’ cash money, won’t catch me out, send the sh*t through zelle
if i get caught with these bricks, that’s on my mama, i’m gettin’ the chair
i buy ass, i buy titties, and i even buy some hair

[chorus]
way i pop out with this switch, they say, “that sh*t there ain’t even fair”
broke her heart and still don’t listen, b*tch, you know i don’t even care
in the back of the car straight gettin’ it, let me f*ck her anywhere
she got some good*ass p*ssy, rockin’ givenchy underwear
mm, lately, i been under the weather
dripped up in a moncler sweater
b*tch mad she can’t get no cheddar
bl!ck came in with a new compressor
huh, n*ggas braggin’ ’bout that sh*t, what the f*ck they did?
i just sn*tched a rapper b*tch up eight ways like a f*ckin’ squid
[verse 2]
chop a brick up like karate
ran it up so fast, they thinkin’ i went and signed to illuminati
throwin’ b’s up, you would never catch me slidin’ in maseratis
b*tch, i made that bubba music, but play with cocaine like i’m gotti
you ain’t gotta ask me, do i move? you want it? n*gga, i got it
got my whole hood in control, n*gga, just like i’m shawty
every time that sh*t went down, you ain’t have to ask me, n*gga, i shot it
n*gga be fallin’ in love with these b*tches, all these b*tches ’bout it
i ain’t movin’ if i ain’t gettin’ profit

- real boston richey lyrics

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