real boston richey - battery pack lyrics
[intro]
woah
shh, woah
uh, woah
uh, yeah
woah, woah
uh, uh
yeah
[chorus]
trick me a b+tch just like cat in the hat
jump out the whip with the strap in the bag
charged up like i got a battery pack
play with your life, put a pole on your ass
play with that life, send some shots and some more
switch out the tag ’cause that boy there done trolled
switch out the tag ’cause that boy there done told
f+ckin’ on your friend, i’m like, “how did you know?”
if rap don’t work, put the trap in a choke
but this sh+t gon’ work, i already know
clean a n+gga up, used to serve him some soap
mama was mad, i was servin’ the dope
mama triеd to tell me, “keep prayin’, keep hope”
tryna tеll me, “gotta go to sleep,” he woke
who gon’ pay the bills when they sayin’ we owe?
i gotta hit the block, gotta sell o’s
[verse]
i don’t wanna go back to servin’, uh, i don’t wanna go back to public housing
world in my hands ’cause this sh+t is ours
f+ckin’ his b+tch, n+gga, that’s ours
f+ckin’ my b+tch, that lil’ b+tch is ours
you can’t f+ck my ho, i just be clownin’
i got them m’s, go ask my accountant
stickin’ it in, woo, i’m drownin’
f+ck her for ten minutes, can’t do an hour
f+ck both my b+tches and don’t take a shower
it’s that time of month, so we f+ck on the towel
first you get money and then get the power
f+ck on her good, her lil’ body start sproutin’
you got them hoes, it’s like fifty and counting
ain’t hit my peak, but i’m top of the mountain
way too big, make the hoes reroute it
the most i’ma pay for some p+ssy is a thousand
you lost your ho, you know i found her
she keep talkin’ back, you know i’ma ground her
i’m trappin’ that fish, ain’t talkin’ flounder
beat a n+gga ass like ronda rousey
whoop a n+gga ass like roy jones jr
play with them youngins, quick, them youngins gon’ do you
lose that n+gga, baby girl, he a loser
[chorus]
trick me a b+tch just like cat in the hat
jump out the whip with the strap in the bag
charged up like i got a battery pack
play with your life, put a pole on your ass
play with that life, send some shots and some more
switch out the tag ’cause that boy there done trolled
switch out the tag ’cause that boy there done told
f+ckin’ on your friend, i’m like, “how did you know?”
if rap don’t work, put the trap in a choke
but this sh+t gon’ work, i already know
clean a n+gga up, used to serve him some soap
mama was mad, i was servin’ the dope
mama tried to tell me, “keep prayin’, keep hope”
tryna tell me, “gotta go to sleep,” he woke
who gon’ pay the bills when they sayin’ we owe?
i gotta hit the block, gotta sell o’s
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