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real boston richey & future - i want you lyrics

[intro: real boston richey]
uh, what you want?
like, what you want?
(this a kashflow production)
uh, like what you want?
uh
(run it back playboi)

[chorus: real boston richey]
we need beams and yerc’, you scared to turn it up, n+gga, go to church
i ain’t bougie, i’ll take some bubba plate just for a verse
i just sport a whole ‘nother n+gga b+tch, like his and hers
before i ever bought a foreign, my mind was set on gettin’ a ‘vert
ol’ cappin’ ass n+gga, stop buyin’ that girl tory burch
say you ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
got that girl all out of seas, why you ain’t gucci her?
f+ck ’round k!lled her off that strong back, now, she say her coochie hurt
[verse 1: real boston richey]
i don’t be rollin’ with none of these hoes, i swear to god, i’m just a flirt
when them bows come in, we get ’em gone, we handle business first
told my girl it’s her world, but, she still walkin’ on my earth
told that b+tch i ain’t her n+gga, she can pick whatever purse
gotta know that i’m that n+gga, you can tell just by my shirt
before i got some racks, i ain’t have no life, i was posted on the curb
tryna make a serve
only thing a n+gga want is a bird
sippin’ heavy syrup, that why when i talk my words slur

[pre+chorus]
i want you
a n+gga want you
i want you
and i need you
i want you
tryna spoil you
you my girl
and i want you

[chorus: real boston richey & future]
we need beams and yerc’, you scared to turn it up, n+gga, go to church
i ain’t bougie, i’ll take some bubba plate just for a verse
i just sport a whole ‘nother n+gga b+tch, like his and hers
before i ever bought a foreign, my mind was set on gettin’ a ‘vert
ol’ cappin’ ass n+gga, stop buyin’ that girl tory burch
say you ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
got that girl all out of seas, why you ain’t gucci her?
f+ck ’round k!lled her off that strong back, now, she say her coochie hurt(pluto, pluto)
[verse 2: future]
ol’ cappin’ ass n+gga, you ain’t never been on no heist
if i wasn’t rappin’, i’d be trappin’, sellin’ dope, still puttin’ on ice
got my prada mask on, f+ckin’ yo’ b+tch, free pooh shiesty (slatt)
drippin’ gucci on my ho, splashin’ pucci on my wife
n+ggas gettin’ they nose wiped
i’m in the club with two pipes
i been takin’ drugs, lookin’ like a plug, high as a kite
they gon’ charge a n+gga for manslaughter just for how i be dressin’ (pluto)
had to f+ck this n+gga b+tch, owe me money, think he finessin’
and i know my dawg ain’t no ho, they go h+ll when they stretch him
i’m a boss and that’s for sure, put my main b+tch in baguette
a bougie b+tch, i’ma a street n+gga, treat her like she nothin’
makin’ movies n+gga, makin’ money rain like confetti

- real boston richey future lyrics

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