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real boston richey - carti lyrics

[intro]
(known to let that mac fly just like my n+gga doe)

[verse 1]
i’m like d+mn, baby girl, you thicker than a snicker
matter fact, i feel like you too thick for your n+gga
you don’t think i can handle that? pull up, let me d+ck you
oh, don’t disrespect your n+gga? b+tch, you still don’t get the picture?
i told you i’m a dripper slash trapper slash rap n+gga
project b+tch a real eater, i saved her number as “lap ripper”
usain bolt when i run it up, i done overlapped n+ggas
i’ma leave your ass on read, i see you like cap n+ggas
you can f+ck vert, glizzy, dank, i probably’ll still hit you
f+ck ’round, jump in the dm, they say she eat it up like a dill pickle
cool with poppin’ a strong back or a rhino, i ain’t poppin’ no pills
i got b+tches all on my line, lil’ b+tch, i ain’t even got to deal with you (uh, yeah, come on)
sn+tch a bad b+tch, we gon’ go and get our nails done
i be havin’ way more plays than the ladies doin’ the mail run
that n+gga you with, he ain’t no hustler, n+gga ain’t even sell nothin’
she ain’t treat me right, i’m gettin’ out on her just like a bail bond
mama used to whoop my ass ’cause my head hard
seen a n+gga try to be like lil richey and caught a cell charge
over here we trappin’ frrt, n+gga, and we sell hard
boston stanley, i’ll whoop a n+gga ass ’bout bein’ in my d+mn yard

[chorus]
i’m just tryna tell you, baby, i’m really life of the party
turn up like the white boys, sh+t, i’m livin’ my life gnarly
she said she gon’ ride for me, b+tch, where’s your harley?
you ever go out sad? oops, baby, that’s hardly
i just sh+tted on your n+gga, baby, i’m so sorry
come through in a ferrari, havin’ my way like playboi carti, ayy
i’m too f+ckin’ rich to go and buy a f+ckin’ carti’
cross ’em, ja morant, these n+ggas can’t guard me
[verse 2]
b+tch, shake your ass like your life dependent— hold on, hold on
b+tch, shake your ass like your life dependent on it (uh)
your n+gga, he ain’t richer than me, i put my pendant on it (come on)
every time i f+ck a b+tch, i put my pendant on her (ayy)
she know i’ma blow it while a b+tch dependent on me (ayy)
we don’t f+ck with dog, that’s why we be spinnin’ homie (uh)
i’m too f+ckin’ piped to pull up in a hemi, homie (hold on)
every time i pop out, b+tch, i got the switchy on me

- real boston richey lyrics

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