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real boston richey - cup spill lyrics

[intro]
(jcabz)

[chorus]
hit it, made the cup spill, porsche coupe, switch gears
cut the b+tch, f+ck tears, pop sh+t and hit liv
dripped up in denim tear, i’m still the sh+t still
shut up, n+gga, and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (uh)
havin’ a b+tch like havin’ a safehouse, can’t know where my b+tch live
told my plug don’t send no more of them bubbas ’til this sh+t chill, uh
n+ggas be out of pocket, they don’t know what poppin’ sh+t is
you f+ck ’round, get your ass k!lled, i’m tryna tell you, jit, chill

[verse 1]
n+gga, sh+t real, n+gga, you too hoffa
when it come to mafia business, n+gga, sh+t colossal
eye for an eye, n+gga, i’d hate to turn you to a fossil
how i’ma take you serious, n+gga? your ass a known clique hoppеr
i’m the type of n+gga to stand on business еven when it’s hard for me
n+ggas switched lil boston out for dollars, they tryna bargain me
havin’ plenty thoughts of k!llin’ n+ggas that tarnished me
half of these n+ggas p+ssy, i don’t know no n+gga that’s hard as me
f+ck a n+gga, i don’t need n0body, go in revenge mode
i was raised up different from these n+ggas, i don’t vent to hoes
put that money before this sh+t i believe in, n+gga, i’m lettin’ you know
if i can go back and switch the time up, i still’ll flip a ‘bow
uh, these days, i spend my money on buyin’ cars
boston richey a couple million up, i ain’t gotta flodge
not to mention, it’s over a million in my car garage
all these n+ggas p+ssy, it’s hard to camoflauge
you would think i’m goin’ back on tour ’cause, n+gga, i’m back outside
n+ggas think they puttin’ out my torch, n+gga, i’m full of fire
me, i’m certified, with this sh+t, i’m bonafide
all the n+ggas i used to hang with, it’s f+ck them guys
[chorus]
hit it, made the cup spill, porsche coupe, switch gears
cut the b+tch, f+ck tears, pop sh+t and hit liv
dripped up in denim tear, i’m still the sh+t still
shut up, n+gga, and sit still, now tell me where them bricks is (uh)
havin’ a b+tch like havin’ a safehouse, can’t know where my b+tch live
told my plug don’t send no more of them bubbas ’til this sh+t chill, uh
n+ggas be out of pocket, they don’t know what poppin’ sh+t is
you f+ck ’round, get your ass k!lled, i’m tryna tell you, jit, chill

[verse 2]
n+ggas in another n+gga business, where your money at?
n+ggas speakin’ on boston business, n+gga, i don’t f+ck with that
low life how i’m livin’, n+gga, i’m ducked off where them cutters at
speakin’ up on my business, n+gga, that’s type of sh+t that get you smacked
every club i hit, n+gga, i got it packed, frrt, uh
everything i lost, n+gga, i got it back, mm
every b+tch i lost, i can go and get ’em back
why you n+ggas ain’t proud of boston richey? i was trappin’ crack
touched a million cash before the deal if we talkin’ packs
take me back to thirteen years old, i was tryna catch a hat
forever tryna slime a n+gga out, but i ain’t screamin’ slatt
hard up on a b+tch, she was screamin’, “boston, cut some slack”
i’m a h+llcat whipper, i won’t push up in a scat
in the south side of tallahassee, they’ll bust you for a stack
i’ma think you tryna set me up, you ask me where i’m at
i’m a felon, n+gga, but i still gotta keep a gat

- real boston richey lyrics

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