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real boston richey – ain’t gone lie lyrics

[intro]
yeah
mm, turn me up a lil’ more, brother
yeah, uh, uh, yeah
(andree, run it up)
only got myself, it’s just me
just me
standin’ ten toes on this sh+t (call that boy duhvinci how he up it and just paint sh+t)
’til the lord call my name
uh

[chorus]
only got myself, it’s just me
uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, i keep it g
bl!ck up on the seat, i’m watchin’ whoever watchin’ me
i’m givin’ instagrams to all them n+ggas who ever called for me
i’m givin’ goyard bags to all my b+tches, that’s why they flock to me
if the b+tch don’t do hair or do some nails, the b+tch can’t talk to me
i ain’t gon’ lie, i done been through h+ll, i make a b+tch walk to me
ain’t gon’ lie, b+tch can’t f+ck my brother, the b+tch can’t talk to me

[verse]
ain’t gon’ lie, sh+t, i get too high ’cause i been goin’ through sh+t
ain’t gon’ lie, yeah, i been cheatin’ ’cause i don’t like no borin’ b+tch
ain’t gon’ lie, you got me f+cked up, laid up on some h+rny sh+t
if you can’t eat it up when i need you to, the f+ck i need you, b+tch?
f+ck you, b+tch, let me pack my sh+t, that’s some sh+t i can’t put up with
you know it’s disrespectful if you ask me, “boston, who you pulled up with?”
five years ago when i pulled up, i would floss when i pulled the b+tch
got two sticks and a glizzy in this b+tch, the crackers better not pull this b+tch
watched a n+gga that i loved changed on me, n+gga, i’m through with this
if i smack a n+gga, won’t put it on the ‘gram, won’t know who i’m ‘to it with
when it come to buyin’ bub’ and ridin’ fancy cars, n+gga, i influence this
before i bought a car, i was stealin’ cars, f+ck n+gga, i ain’t new to this
n+gga, i stayed down with all this sh+t, n+gga, i’m true to this
you know when a n+gga steal, you gon’ turn around like, “who to hit?”
why the f+ck these f+ck n+ggas playin’ with my name? n+gga know i’m too legit
the way this switch’ll bust off, make that bang, n+gga need a coolin’ kit
i told that b+tch she could lose my number, b+tch, you dead, you on bougie sh+t
louie v pants, balenciaga bomber, why the f+ck i can’t lose a b+tch?
b+tch, i’m turned up than a motherf+cker, but i be on that coolin’ sh+t
boston be smilin’ like a motherf+cker, but he’ll get on that stupid sh+t
[chorus]
only got myself, it’s just me
uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, i keep it g
bl!ck up on the seat, i’m watchin’ whoever watchin’ me
i’m givin’ instagrams to all them n+ggas who ever called for me
i’m givin’ goyard bags to all my b+tches, that’s why they flock to me
if the b+tch don’t do hair or do some nails, the b+tch can’t talk to me
i ain’t gon’ lie, i done been through h+ll, i make a b+tch walk to me
ain’t gon’ lie, b+tch can’t f+ck my brother, the b+tch can’t talk to me

- real boston richey lyrics

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