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real boston richey - no peace lyrics

[intro]
i’ma just— (ayo, v1z, you f+ckin’ crazy)
hold on
the f+ck? what up? with who? who? for real?
alright, say no more

[chorus]
hey, hey, they just say a rap n+gga dissed me
before that, he wanted a feature, p+ssy n+gga, ain’t sh+t free
i ball on n+ggas, i’m too elite, i can’t go ot
i was on some tricky sh+t, they done f+cked ’round and brought out the old me
n+gga, i don’t never be speakin’ on sh+t, but ain’t nan’ one of these n+ggas ho me
n+gga, i wave red flags, i don’t wave no white flags, i don’t want no peace
heard i got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
what the f+ck you think i’ma do to a n+gga that don’t even know me?

[verse 1]
hoo+hoo+hoo+hoo, you p+ssies did it
n+gga, i’m simply made for bad b+tches, why these n+ggas be on my d+ck?
f+ck ’round, pop me a n+gga, no diddy, n+gga, i’m the first lil’ kid that did
we them f+ckin’ young n+ggas, don’t send sh+t up without no switches
you a p+ssy+ass lyin’ b+tch, see me slidin’ in a two+tone, n+gga, that’s my sh+t
r+t+rded+ass lil’ n+gga, you don’t even look like you f+ckin’ on fine sh+t
i’ll probably give her a fifteen+ball just to f+ck on a dime b+tch
for bodies, i’ma give out twenty+five hundred, them youngins’ll go try to slime sh+t
hoo+hoo+hoo+hoo, why the f+ck y’all get me started?
n+gga, my whole f+ckin’ hood know i’m heartless
n+gga, they tryna sell out on me, make me tarnished
hey, get low, them youngins i’m with, them youngins shoot up parties, woo
i got m’s like i’m meek milly
and i f+ck with meek, but a n+gga that diss me can’t even make it out the city
i’m a real big blood, go and ask, i’m a main billy
i ain’t never whacked a n+gga? what the f+ck you on, n+gga, is you silly?
[chorus]
hey, hey, they just say a rap n+gga dissed me
before that, he wanted a feature, p+ssy n+gga, ain’t sh+t free
i ball on n+ggas, i’m too elite, i can’t go ot
i was on some tricky sh+t, they done f+cked ’round and brought out the old me
n+gga, i don’t never be speakin’ on sh+t, but ain’t nan’ one of these n+ggas ho me
n+gga, i wave red flags, i don’t wave no white flags, i don’t want no peace
heard i got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
what the f+ck you think i’ma do to a n+gga that don’t even know me?

[verse 2]
juries+talkin’+ass n+gga, spanish+walkin’+ass n+gga
a n+gga act like my ex+b+tch, pull them panties out your ass, n+gga
come to the yams tryna vacay, f+ck ’round, send them gravediggers
i don’t even stunt you broke+ass, whack+ass n+ggas, i’m out here paid with it
n+ggas cap ’bout catchin’ me slippin’, who? n+gga, i’m stayin’ with it
i be talkin’ ’bout all them m’s ’cause, b+tch, i’m g and stayin’ litty
pop out by myself
whole world done see me go through what i went through, n+gga, i ain’t need no help
treat a skinny+ass n+gga like i’m daddy, n+gga, go get my belt

[interlude]
ayy, n+gga, i ain’t gon’ lie, n+gga
i ain’t take this sh+t, none of this sh+t personal, n+gga
ayy, n+gga, i stayed quiet when you n+ggas dissed me, n+gga
i just been buildin’ this sh+t up, n+gga, f+ck a n+gga
i’m out here with it, n+gga
you dig?
[verse 3]
kickin’ sh+t just like jiu+jitsu
got your chain sn+tched two times, f+ck that drill rapper too
i got country k!llers, these cornbread+eatin’+ass n+ggas, they whackin’ too
these n+ggas i hang with still on facebook, they don’t got no ig moves
and these n+ggas ain’t even go to school
yes, these n+ggas, they know to shoot
rowdy rebel, rowdy who?
i don’t even know who the f+ck is fool
all these p+ssy+ass n+ggas food
all these rap n+ggas pickin’ sides
my whole city pull homicides
boston richey too bonafide
when i hit my city, b+tch, i’m outside
these n+ggas can’t even go outside
last n+gga played, you know he died
i don’t even do this rappin’ sh+t
i’m ready to let that window down
talk like that ’cause i’m a real f+ckin’ florida n+gga
i got goyard bags by the ten, real bag h++rder, n+gga
check these diamonds up in my mouth cost way more than a quarter, n+gga
and i know a n+gga gon’ get punched in it, when i’m out, record a n+gga
how many hats you bought? n+gga, i ain’t trippin’, i can afford a n+gga
f+ck a rap n+gga, get your chain took when you in florida, n+gga
on god, think twice before you n+ggas diss boston
real sh+t popper, ask ’em how sh+t crossed ’em
we’ll take the si, n+gga can’t speak ’cause the bl!ck called him
fake+ass trappin’ n+gga, go and ask him how much the brick cost him
[outro]
i’m a real street n+gga
real trick n+gga, lotta money, n+gga, i be sh+t talkin’
yeah, n+gga
i don’t, ayy, yeah, n+gga, that’s how this sh+t go, n+gga, you dig me?
don’t diss me

- real boston richey lyrics

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