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real boston richey - base god lyrics

[intro]
yeah
uh+huh
uh+huh
let’s go, lil’ n+gga
(thtboistokes go crazy)
yeah, you dig me, n+gga?
sh+t go for both, money counter or a switchy, n+gga, you choose it, n+gga
you choose your demise to this sh+t, n+gga
yeah, n+gga
mm

[chorus]
n+gga, i’m vicious like a pitbull
i been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
slow it down, shawty, b+tch, you better not get this b+tch pulled
we got pounds in here that’s pokin’ out like some sheep wool
k!ller steppin’ just like a horse hoof
i can get that sh+t on front, voice and face good
i get the work, i’m on go, it ain’t play time
walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me base god
i been feelin’ a private stay, look at the b+tch, hеr face wide

[verse 1]
same placе the judges stay, n+gga, that’s where i stay now
had to move in a gated community, got tired of them crackers stakin’ out
a bad lil’ baby eat me up, that’s just how i’m wakin’ now
all racks on me, they don’t believe the money i’m makin’ now
like, d+mn, i ain’t know none of this came with the fame
i would’ve stayed robbin’ n+ggas or stayed off in the dope game
caught a fed case with all my cousins just to make my chain swing
she cheated on me, i cheated back, she stuck on playin’ the blame game
i’m like d+mn, big old chopper got some hangtime
fell out with them n+ggas i grew up with, sh+t ain’t the same now
she let me f+ck, she say i’m smooth, the second b+tch used the same line
they done came out with them fullies, them youngins ain’t gotta aim now
[chorus]
n+gga, i’m vicious like a pitbull
i been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
slow it down, shawty, b+tch, you better not get this b+tch pulled
we got pounds in here that’s pokin’ out like some sheep wool
k!ller steppin’ just like a horse hoof
i can get that sh+t on front, voice and face good
i get the work, i’m on go, it ain’t play time
walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me base god
i been feelin’ a private stay, look at the b+tch, her face wide

[verse 2]
came up off a fifty brick, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no weight, n+gga
when i’m done, you’ll make the same thing you’ll make off two eights, n+gga
exotic weed, i’m talkin’ about eleven thousand a play, n+gga
yeah, if you don’t understand my trap mouth, your ass late, n+gga
yeah, if n+ggas sleep on you, up the bank, that sh+t’ll wake n+ggas
used to re+up with everything i had to get my weight bigger
you small+minded with it, young n+gga, you need to think bigger
get it up on your door, the whole world surrounded with fake n+ggas

- real boston richey lyrics

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