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real boston richey – keep on gettin it lyrics

[intro]
uh, turn me up, p
uh, richey
uh, uh, uh
(known to let that mac fly just like my n+gga doe, baow)
uh, uh

[chorus]
crackers tryna swing the block, but we keep on gettin’ it
over here, we ain’t got no opps ’cause these n+ggas b+tches
n+ggas still hate me over there, tryna knock me off my pivot
i’ll let her n+gga buy her nails and hair, i’ll go buy a pendant
f+ck with all the djs that’s gon’ keep me spinnin’
but i’m turned up, n+gga ain’t never been a coalition
half a ticket on me right now, i bet that b+tch gon’ listen
i dm the b+tch to take her out of town, i bet your b+tch go missin’

[verse]
a ten+year run, i was a young n+gga out hеre trappin’ midget
i feel like i got a magic wand, i been out trickin’ b+tchеs
i feel like the 50 boyz ’cause in my britches, n+gga, i can fit a fifty
might have to cross a n+gga out i love ’cause n+ggas ain’t even with me
me and that young b+tch always fightin’ just like bobby and whitney
she gon’ eat that d+ck up good, i bought that pink whitney
she done f+cked me and my brother, that b+tch you seen with me
they heard i ran up seven m’s, tell f+ck n+ggas, “come and get me”
my n+gga shoot the sh+t out a n+gga, i got that plumber with me
these n+ggas be doin’ all that tweetin’, but n+ggas ain’t f+ckin’ with me
we started off a hundred deep, ain’t none of them n+ggas with me
i know i f+cked her good ’cause all of my ex b+tches miss me
these n+ggas be cappin’ when they say, “no cap,” like, “no kizzy”
i’m only givin’ a n+gga a bubba chain who roll with me
i’m talkin’ ’bout same n+ggas who post up at the store with me
went against the whole hood, we only had like four semis
i’m only like five foot and a couple inches with four b+tches
i’m ‘posed to have a ticket, n+gga, i ain’t see like no mentions
can’t let him hold the strap, it went down, he done froze with it
every time i make another hundred, i get more b+tches
i f+ck that b+tch up off that henny, got control in it
“why your car so tinted out?” ’cause i got ‘bows in it
you know i f+ck with herbo and them ’cause i got no limits
my heart too froze, baby, that’s why i be cold pimpin’
my backdoor closed, baby, i ain’t doin’ no slippin’
we’ll wipe your nose, baby, we ain’t doin’ no trippin’
we got them ‘bows, baby, but we ain’t doin’ no shippin’
she say she f+ck me better, these hoes ain’t no different
i ain’t sold a zip in a year
big old diamonds in my ear
make them packages disappear
she got piercings on her lip
i’m out here thuggin’ with the dips
i rock chane+ne for the crips
i f+cked this b+tch up off the rip
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
crackers tryna swing the block, but we keep on gettin’ it
over here, we ain’t got no opps ’cause these n+ggas b+tches
n+ggas still hate me over there, tryna knock me off my pivot
i’ll let her n+gga buy her nails and hair, i’ll go buy a pendant
f+ck with all the djs that’s gon’ keep me spinnin’
but i’m turned up, n+gga ain’t never been a coalition
half a ticket on me right now, i bet that b+tch gon’ listen
i dm the b+tch to take her out of town, i bet your b+tch go missin’

- real boston richey lyrics

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