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real boston richey - red rum lyrics

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

[chorus]
uh, n+gga, you ain’t a k!ller, you ain’t never came through sprayin’ nothin’
say you slingin’ them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin’
how you say you can get a n+gga whacked and never paid nothin’?
my n+ggas’ll shoot a n+gga for me for free, these my day ones
don’t tell your friends you f+ckin’ on me if i had to pay somethin’
youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them dracs on
n+ggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
ain’t sh+t to commit a murder, it ain’t sh+t to pull a redrum

[verse 1]
seems like i be only fightin’ the thoughts that’s in my head, huh?
uh, seen so many unmarked cars right ‘fore the feds come
pull up and check a n+gga, they be like, “i ain’t said nothin'”
oh, i’m trippn’, i thought a lil’ broke+ass n+gga said somethin’
mmm, too many f+ckin’ bands, can’t keep my pants up
b+tches be lyin’ to me, sayin’, “boston richey handsome”
you leavin’ ’cause i’m cheatin’, stupid b+tch, that ain’t the answer
you f+ck me way too good, i gotta take you up for ransom
your youngins too p+ssy, mine swing that sh+t on camera
every chance i get, i f+ck her good, go and ask her
stripper b+tches love me ’cause i throw money on dancers
i ain’t cuffin’ hoes, my brother want her, then i pass her
[chorus]
uh, n+gga, you ain’t a k!ller, you ain’t never came through sprayin’ nothin’
say you slingin’ them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin’
how you say you can get a n+gga whacked and never paid nothin’?
my n+ggas’ll shoot a n+gga for me for free, these my day ones
don’t tell your friends you f+ckin’ on me if i had to pay somethin’
youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them dracs on
n+ggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
ain’t sh+t to commit a murder, it ain’t sh+t to pull a redrum

[verse 2]
b+tch, i’m a trapper+turned+rapper, do you dig me?
say that your man got more money that me, is you sh+ttin’ me?
forever trappin’ dope, forever shootin’ semis
it ain’t no cappin’, before this rap, n+gga, i had ten kis
this sh+t tax+free, n+gga, we livin’ rent+free
b+tch, you goin’ out sad, you f+ck a n+gga that drive a hemi
heard he tryna spoil you like i do, but he ain’t me
b+tch from ‘cross the water, but way in florida f+ckin’ a yankee

- real boston richey lyrics

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