real boston richey – black truck lyrics
[intro]
uh, uh, uh
you know?
all my b+tches be a reflection of me
i’m too turnt
how you gettin’ money, n+gga? yo’ b+tches don’t even look good
feel me?
uh, uh
[chorus]
i sent the b+tch a black truck, got her slidin’ presidential
project b+tch, i turn her up, she ain’t even got to have pateks
tell her ex n+gga to run it up, we f+ckin’ up at the continental
she want me to f+ck her good then blow a bag, that’s why i’m f+ckin’ with her
if she don’t f+ck me the first night, i’ma make her feel guilty
i gotta keep my pipe just in case they try to steal me
wake up and give her pipe, ain’t arguin’ ’bout no stupid sh+t
i throw a l ’cause she show love and this b+tch too legit
[verse 1]
it’s way too cold out here, i need a b+tch that’s super thick
it ain’t no love out here, can’t f+ck ’round with no stupid b+tch
can’t show no love out here, i’m tired of goin’ through that sh+t
i need a b+tch to have some fun with, i ain’t new to this
black truck the b+tch, talkin’ lamb’ truck the b+tch
she dancin’ on the tooly, i don’t gat f+ck the b+tch
we shoot a movie, i done from the back f+cked the b+tch
make her go and get my name, n+gga, i don’t tat+suck the b+tch
uh, add up my wrist, n+gga
ran up seven figures, got ’em n+ggas sayin’, “i wish, n+gga”
had a talk with myself, i know i played, don’t even diss n+ggas
n+ggas’ll k!ll you ’bout they girl
had to tell ’em, “come get yo’ b+tch, n+gga,” i played it like a rich n+gga
[chorus]
i sent the b+tch a black truck, got her slidin’ presidential
project b+tch, i turn her up, she ain’t even got to have pateks
tell her ex n+gga to run it up, we f+ckin’ up at the continental
she want me to f+ck her good then blow a bag, that’s why i’m f+ckin’ with her
if she don’t f+ck me the first night, i’ma make her feel guilty
i gotta keep my pipe just in case they try to steal me
wake up and give her pipe, ain’t arguin’ ’bout no stupid sh+t
i throw a l ’cause she show love and this b+tch too legit
[verse 2]
all b+tches like to drive in black trucks (uh+uh)
uppin’ up my price and ran my tax up (uh+uh)
f+ck a n+gga b+tch ’cause i don’t give a f+ck
when i meet a rich b+tch, don’t give my pimpin’ up (uh)
i go to jail, then, it’s f+ck it, i get my visits up
i got smoke with the whole city, i got the tension up
n+ggas say they ridin’ with me, but n+ggas b+tchin’ up
now, his b+tch slidin’ with me ’cause she don’t get them digits up
[chorus]
i sent the b+tch a black truck, got her slidin’ presidential
project b+tch, i turn her up, she ain’t even got to have pateks
tell her ex n+gga to run it up, we f+ckin’ up at the continental
she want me to f+ck her good then blow a bag, that’s why i’m f+ckin’ with her
if she don’t f+ck me the first night, i’ma make her feel guilty
i gotta keep my pipe just in case they try to steal me
wake up and give her pipe, ain’t arguin’ ’bout no stupid sh+t
i throw a l ’cause she show love and this b+tch too legit
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