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real boston richey - marathon lyrics

[intro]
hey, what’s up? where we eatin’?
benihana, ruth chris, steak, lobster?
sh+t, i was thinkin’ wendy’s (uh)
you need to boss your life up and turn on that new boston
at least he know how to treat a b+tch (known to let that mac fly just like my n+gga doe)
h+ll naw, f+ck that trick+ass n+gga (yeah)
you just a hatin’+ass n+gga, broke, dusty, musty, crusty (uh, come on)
you just hatin’ ’cause you don’t serve more bags than him (i’m like, uh)

[verse 1]
bae, you too bad for you not to have no bag, hold on
your n+gga up? why he ain’t spend no cash? uh
she pullin’ up, walk out with shopping bags, yeah
bae, i’m the realest n+gga you never had
ain’t sh+t to spend no cash
braggin’ on that n+gga, tell me what the f+ck he spent
i can go get ten bad b+tches that’ll tell you that i done spent
n+ggas fake trickin’, richey rich the real biggest trick
if i like a b+tch, i ain’t wastin’ time, i go and bust her wrist
all the bad b+tches want me
when you got that paper, it’ll turn a b+tch holy
you and your friends bad, buy you a rollie, rollie, rollie
why you braggin’ on that n+gga? bae, that p+ssy n+gga owe me
take my time with a bad b+tch, i gotta f+ck her slowly
when i bust you down put a hashtag and say, “he froze me”
this trickin’ sh+t go od
[chorus]
bae, you finer than a b+tch, you nothin’ like my last b+tch
catch a bad b+tch and spend it on her, that sh+t a habit
we ain’t runnin’ out of paper, stupid b+tch, we mad rich
braggin’ ’cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain’t had sh+t
i’m too turnt to get her hair done
type of n+gga to give her 20k to buy a hair salon
talkin’ that rich sh+t, ain’t bought sh+t, then he ain’t havin’ nothin’
tell that n+gga to buy you a goyard bag if he havin’ somethin’
take a n+gga b+tch, runnin’ laps with her like a marathon

[verse 2]
richey rich a real bad+b+tch sn+tcher
she poppin’ sh+t on ig, that’s the b+tch i’m runnin’ after
all these b+tches want these racks, ain’t a b+tch that i can’t capture
all these n+ggas ridin’ waves, all these p+ssy n+ggas cappers, uh
bad b+tch, you want a rollie or a chain?
i f+cked the b+tch good, i made the b+tch throw up the gang
i’m really havin’ m’s, go tell your n+gga stay in his lane

[chorus]
bae, you finer than a b+tch, you nothin’ like my last b+tch
catch a bad b+tch and spend it on her, that sh+t a habit
we ain’t runnin’ out of paper, stupid b+tch, we mad rich
braggin’ ’cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain’t had sh+t
i’m too turnt to get her hair done
type of n+gga to give her 20k to buy a hair salon
talkin’ that rich sh+t, ain’t bought sh+t, then he ain’t havin’ nothin’
tell that n+gga to buy you a goyard bag if he havin’ somethin’
take a n+gga b+tch, runnin’ laps with her like a marathon

- real boston richey lyrics

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