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real boston richey - 5 star lyrics

[intro]
uh+uh, uh+uh, uh+uh
uh
(turn up hard, i’m finna get in my f+ckin’ mode)
uh+uh

[chorus]
i might pull up with your boo
then hit a five+star restaurant, order me and her some soup
don’t matter how thick the b+tch is, i won’t put her before my loot
i’m fresh as f+ck, fresh out the high+speed chase like polo pooh
you will never catch me telling another n+gga what i won’t do
i be dming b+tches too
i be liking pictures too
if i like it i’ma shoot
if i strike it then you might see that b+tch sliding up my coupe
if i don’t like it then i’ma refuse her calls and put that b+tch on mute
[verse 1]
if i don’t like it then i’ma refuse hеr calls and put that b+tch on snooze
b+tch, i make my calls, f+ck thesе old n+ggas ain’t paying my dues
she gon’ l!ck it all, that’s the only way she come to my room
if you pay for a hit don’t never call my phone, just check the news
i can’t pay for a hit ’cause these n+ggas that i’m with they with the sh+ts
i can’t take a pic ’cause if my b+tch see it she gon’ think i hit
if we make a fl!ck, b+tch, we gotta use my phone, b+tch, you ain’t sl!ck
out here doing wrong to make it right, that’s why i’m trappin’ bricks
you out here doing wrong hatin’ on the youngins like uncle ice
ain’t gotta use my phone i get on anytime and go and swipe
n+gga want a feature, tell him to bring me fifty, that’s just my price
if not it’s, “nice to meet you,” i’m really lit for life, this ain’t no hype

[chorus]
i might pull up with your boo
then hit a five+star restaurant, order me and her some soup
don’t matter how thick the b+tch is, i won’t put her before my loot
i’m fresh as f+ck, fresh out the high+speed chase like polo pooh
you will never catch me telling another n+gga what i won’t do
i be dming b+tches too
i be liking pictures too
if i like it i’ma shoot
if i strike it then you might see that b+tch sliding up my coupe
if i don’t like it then i’ma refuse her calls and put that b+tch on mute
[verse 2]
i might wake up blow some cheese
i might go to sleep off that lean
i might drip yo’ b+tch in lean
twenty+three hundred, that’s just on jeans
yeah, new years with the stars
i be coming out way to clean
i done ran it up off these trees
now i run it up off these beat’s
i done ran it up out the streets
i done ran it up off these keys
i might bless a ho if she sneeze
f+ck you, b+tch, no, you can leave
back in the day these hoes ain’t wanna f+ck
now they tryna meet
real runner+up thuggin’ in these streets, n+gga, just hand me my cleats

[refrain]
i’m way up out that n+gga league
trappin’ bricks and sorting them in the east
they say she gon’ be a freak only in the sheets
and if she do then i’m gon’ buy that b+tch a mink

[verse 3]
my b+tch don’t wear pink
ain’t talking no colors i’m talkin’ ’bout that sh+t that be cheap
how the f+ck you yic and you got signed to fbg?
i can’t take a pic ’cause if my b+tch see it she gon’ think i hit
if we make a fl!ck, b+tch, we gotta use my phone, b+tch, you ain’t sl!ck
[chorus]
i might pull up with your boo
then hit a five+star restaurant, order me and her some soup
don’t matter how thick the b+tch is, i won’t put her before my loot
i’m fresh as f+ck, fresh out the high+speed chase like polo pooh
you will never catch me telling another n+gga what i won’t do
i be dming b+tches too
i be liking pictures too
if i like it i’ma shoot
if i strike it then you might see that b+tch sliding up my coupe
if i don’t like it then i’ma refuse her calls and put that b+tch on mute

[refrain]
i’m way up out that n+gga league
trappin’ bricks and sorting them in the east
b+tch say she gon’ be a freak only in the sheets
and if she do then i’m gon’ buy that b+tch a mink

- real boston richey lyrics

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