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real boston richey - ain’t right lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, she wanna…
she wanna f+ck me twice, uh, i can’t f+ck her once, uh
she gotta f+ck— uh, uh, uh, i ain’t— uh, uh, uh, uh
(known to let that mac fly just like my n+gga doe, baow)
uh, uh, uh

[chorus]
uh, if it’s white, it ain’t right
if it’s cocaine, then it’s alright
but i don’t f+ck around with my nose, i’m talkin’ ’bout trappin’, alright?
okay, i f+ck all with these hoes, hmm, i f+ck her to barry white
okay, i f+ck her, that’s his wife
i’m trappin’ that propane, bae, it’s life
i strike out like usain, i get out of sight
i pull up in mulsanne, this all white
i pull in the black thing, maybach light
i cut off my young thing, that p+ssy too tight
plus i don’t like no b+tch that fight
i like a house b+tch that clean up nice
i like the mouth, b+tch, i’ll get you a flight
you do it right, b+tch, i’ma get you some ice, hmm
[verse 1]
move like a thief in the night
trappin’ out four and a baby
i’m way too hip, these b+tches can’t play me
i’m in too deep, god can’t even save me
i take that back, well, he the one made me
rich+ass n+gga, i’m the one made them lazy
i’m the one turn a b+tch designer bag crazy
i’m the one that went and bought a b+tch first rollie
i’m the one that went and bought a b+tch first rover
flexin’ on the ‘gram, p+ssy+ass n+gga owe me
when i go shoppin’, n+gga, i don’t ask the total
ballin’ on them n+ggas’ ass like lamar odom
sayin’ i’m the one, but i know i been told ’em (uh)
bust his ass up, talkin’ straight up fold him
slap his ass down, talkin’ straight up hoed him
‘member them days i was trappin’ on the corner
boy, i’m tired of lookin’ over my shoulder
big pinky ring get big as a boulder
i’m trappin’ and rappin’, tryna close that folder
all these days, n+ggas steady gettin’ older
childish+ass b+tch actin’ like she gettin’ growner
i do it for the hood like adrien broner
free ysl, real young stoner

[chorus]
uh, if it’s white, it ain’t right
if it’s cocaine, then it’s alright
but i don’t f+ck around with my nose, i’m talkin’ ’bout trappin’, alright?
okay, i f+ck all with these hoes, hmm, i f+ck her to barry white
okay, i f+ck her, that’s his wife
i’m trappin’ that propane, bae, it’s life
i strike out like usain, i get out of sight
i pull up in mulsanne, this all white
i pull in the black thing, maybach light
i cut off my young thing, that p+ssy too tight
plus i don’t like no b+tch that fight
i like a house b+tch that clean up nice
i like the mouth, b+tch, i’ll get you a flight
you do it right, b+tch, i’ma get you some ice
[verse 2]
i don’t like none of these ig hoes, i like all my b+tches out the ghetto
mean+ass b+tch, can’t even get a h+llo
hold the trap down, got her thuggin’ in the bando
it ain’t sh+t that she can’t handle
when she slide, she hold my hammer
big+ass pants like mc hammer
how many bad b+tches fit in a phantom?
westside b+tch say this her anthem
eat it all up, ain’t got no manners
trappin’ that tony, ain’t no montana
trappin’ white girl, we call that hannah
i’ma keep it p, can’t give a ho nothin’
unless she my b+tch, then she f+ckin’
if she my b+tch, then she suckin’
yeah, that’s my b+tch, keep on truckin’
roll right past a b+tch, it ain’t nothin’
generation 5 came in with a b+tton
servin’ them pies, got me outside stuntin’
i don’t tell lies, b+tch, i keep sh+t a hundred
know the b+tch f+ckin’ when she start movin’ funny
downgraded from a rich n+gga, f+ckin’ on a bummy
and i doubled back, f+cked on all them hoes, say they wan’ stunt me

- real boston richey lyrics

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