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real boston richey - bullseye lyrics

bullseye lyrics
[intro]
bup, bup, bup, bup!
i been always with this sh+t…
(ddot cold as a motherf+cker, on god)

[verse 1]
bubba chain a hunnid thousand
ran it up in public housing
n+ggas p+ssy, ronda rousey
f+ck with me, don’t f+ck without me
hula hoop ass n+gga got slimed out for tryna go around me
know i get a n+gga ass touched right now
ain’t gotta be around him
booted up, i don’t take no med
i be on that drink instead
f+ck ’round on that strong back
doin’ too much, i d+mn near broke the bed
i don’t gotta have no comeback
i don’t argue, f+ck him, k!ll him dead
f+ck it, buy his b+tch a wig
f+ck his b+tch, i love to see it
i been on this sh+t since i was a kid, all this sh+t i did
all my ex hoes still ain’t on sh+t, keep ’em out my midst
ion’t even be tryna connect hoes, with this motion sh+t
know the po+lice stayin’ next door, still gettin’ them bubba’s in
hoe you know i don’t play connect four, ain’t with that playin’ sh+t
can’t afford the real
we pullin’ through, all dirty sticks
cookin’ up motion, shoot my shot, i got a curry wrist
gotta keep it kosher
can’t do too much, these f+ck n+ggas a snitch
[chorus]
servin’ crystal falls, just like the haves and the have not
all that f+ckin’ wood and oxy get ya ass sloured out
pull up in a benz, she say that she wanna know me now
f+ck it, spin a bend
pop his ass and call it bullseye

[verse 2]
no matter where i’m at, i’m always lookin’ through my third eye
young turnt n+gga, she say that what she need up in her life
i don’t gotta rush
i do this sh+t, i take my time
ain’t f+ckin’ with these hoes, they ain’t my type, they half a dime
put them n+ggas in a line, we gon’ knock ’em all down
you a never catch me slippin’, that how that last n+gga died
you know i’m made for this sh+t, you could see it in my eyes
ready to cross a n+gga out, we ain’t never making ties (ddot cold as a motherf+cker, on god)
real hitter, trap n+gga and a bad b+tch getter
if i hit the yard, i’m runnin’ round tryna stab n+ggas
but i came too far, i can’t even go back n+gga
know we slimed ’em out, come and get yo l!ck back n+gga

- real boston richey lyrics

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