real boston richey – known menace lyrics
[intro]
(known to let that mac fly just like my n+gga doe, baow)
uh, uh
uh, uh
i’ll shoot a n+gga ass with that— like i’m cole bennett
[verse 1]
i’ll shoot a n+gga with that bl!cky like i’m cole bennett
i’ll buy his b+tch givenchy, n+gga, this that boss business
n+ggas ain’t standin’ on no business, n+ggas so stingy
went up in my closet, took out a ticket, bought pluto a rose pendant
check my stats up in the city, n+ggas know i’m a known menace
uh, i was trappin’ up out an ounce, i was at the store with it
still f+ckin’ on these n+ggas’ hoes when i ain’t have no pendant
sometimes i ain’t have no rubber, i still went and dove in it
i don’t want no lover, rather make a b+tch suffer
rathеr f+ck a b+tch, delete hеr number, and give it to my brother
i can’t cuff a b+tch, she can f+ck somebody else, that’s on my mother
i’m a nasty jit, make her eat it up and still go home and cuddle
[chorus]
oh, you like that? huh?
how i pipe that, huh?
she an old school ho, how you wife that? huh?
we’ll slime that n+gga out, straight up wipe that boy
tryna come through the block lurkin’, we done sniped that boy
came up way too poor, i can’t wife no wh0re
i can’t wife no shone, i don’t like them hoes
they know shotta crackhead, n+ggas tryna wipe my doors
n+ggas p+ssy as f+ck, i’m thinkin’ ’bout all them pipes we stole
[verse 2]
uh, uh, baby girl, i’m that n+gga
i can get ’em whacked, n+gga
i be pushin’ crack, n+gga
n+gga, you a flat n+gga
n+gga, your pockets touchin’, n+gga
n+gga, you ain’t got nothin’, n+gga
before you f+ck a b+tch, you should go get you some money, n+gga
go run you up somethin’, n+gga
back then, we was buckin’, n+gga
then we started hustlin’, n+gga
now i got them f+ckin’ figures
f+ck that n+gga, ain’t f+ckin’ with him
f+ck you, you ain’t nothin’, n+gga
b+tch+ass n+gga, feel me?
[chorus]
oh, you like that? huh?
how i pipe that, huh?
she an old school ho, how you wife that? huh?
we’ll slime that n+gga out, straight up wipe that boy
tryna come through the block lurkin’, we done sniped that boy
came up way too poor, i can’t wife no wh0re
i can’t wife no shone, i don’t like them hoes
they know shotta crackhead, n+ggas tryna wipe my doors
n+ggas p+ssy as f+ck, i’m thinkin’ ’bout all them pipes we stole
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