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real boston richey - do me like that lyrics

[intro]
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf+cker up)
uh, uh
uh

[chorus]
why you wanna thug me like that? uh, uh
why you wanna do me like that? uh, uh, uh
why you tryna f+ck me like that? uh, uh
she wrote me, i ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
i take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit saks, uh
i’m finna go catch a play, i’m comin’ back, uh
n+ggas keep dyin’ out here every day, i can’t relax, uh, uh
i get my bubba plates from lax, uh, uh

[verse 1]
i’m mister fly ’em in to be exact
make sure you got your head on right before you catch a hat
ayy, i make my bed up every night right after i kiss a rack
either way, they gotta see me like i got a face tat’
then my main b+tch complainin’, sh+t, i swear, i hate that
took my l’s to the chin, manned up, i ate that
leave the booth to catch a play, he just called for an eight pack
n+ggas’ll still slime you out even if y’all go way back
uh, whip the dope like cake mix, i don’t be on no fake sh+t
you would think we was at the round table, i’m passin’ out all these plates, b+tch
why the f+ck i’ma give you the world? you can’t even make grits
i’ll come to your funeral late ‘fore you say your period late, b+tch
[chorus]
why you wanna thug me like that? uh, uh
why you wanna do me like that? uh, uh, uh
why you tryna f+ck me like that? uh, uh
she wrote me, i ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
i take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit saks, uh
i’m finna go catch a play, i’m comin’ back, uh
n+ggas keep dyin’ out here every day, i can’t relax, uh, uh
i get my bubba plates from lax, uh, uh

[verse 2]
n+ggas be dyin’ out here every day, i gotta stay on beat
i’m ridin’ presi’, i done blacked+on+blacked my whole fleet
my b+tch a blessin’, so when she come home, i’ma rub her feet
i pray that p+ssy sh+t don’t never come and rub on me
she pray that money rub off on her, she tryna hug on me
she think i’ma spend them benjis on her, she tryna love on me
if you ain’t the baddest, boston known to leave a b+tch on e
she think i’ma treat her like my ex+b+tch, b+tch, we gon’ see
uh, ayy, these n+ggas know where we be and we trappin’ c
uh, i go back home and trap that d, my pockets ain’t on e
his f a b+tch, i was thuggin’ by myself ’cause i’m a g
uh, “l,” stands for, “love,” i’m chasin’ m’s and pushin’ p
uh, gotta stay on q, capitol r, i’m ready to shoot
uh, know this sh+t get deep, the, “s,” stand for, “sh+t ain’t sweet”
know i’m dripped out to the t, i don’t know ’bout you
uh, and the “v,” it stand for, “villain,” but i got private views
w, don’t f+ck with we, x you, i can’t f+ck with you
i ain’t sleep, but i’m locked with the z’s, show a n+gga what that flock’ll do
[chorus]
why you wanna thug me like that? uh, uh
why you wanna do me like that? uh, uh, uh
why you tryna f+ck me like that? uh, uh
she wrote me, i ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
i take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit saks, uh
i’m finna go catch a play, i’m comin’ back, uh
n+ggas keep dyin’ out here every day, i can’t relax, uh, uh
i get my bubba plates from lax, uh, uh

- real boston richey lyrics

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