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real boston richey - transcript lyrics

[intro]
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf+cker up)
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[chorus]
uh, uh, ayy, louis v to my last trip, b+tch, stick to the transcript
ho, you wasn’t invited, tell me why the f+ck your ass here
you would think i was bangin’ otf, only the fam’ here
oh, you got that lo’ to the last n+gga? okay, go blam him
b+tch can’t come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
n+ggas late as f+ck, ran up seven m’s last year
twenty n+ggas up, f+ckin’ good, she had a bad year
them n+ggas be cappin’, b+tch, you know we got a bag here

[verse 1]
throw the strip club up, swing them ones like it’s confetti
f+ckеd her with a rubber, but the lil’ b+tch say shе pregnant
uh, it’s an all+white, but the outside look spaghetti
f+cked her all night, slow and fast like dj fetti
a b+tch asked me for five hundred, i cut her off ’cause she petty
b+tch, i give a band and up, i give you five k if you ready
pimpin’ ain’t easy, i’m only goin’, b+tch, if i let it
uh, i’m a real heater, i sling that iron, i sling machetes
uh, my b+tches all organic, i cut ’em off if they use edit
young turnt n+gga, i want a bag, i don’t want credit
uh, that money gon’ buy a brick, but you can’t but that sh+t with credit
i was talkin’ cash sh+t, but if you up, then i’ma bet it
you f+ck all of her broads, sh+t, you broke, n+gga, i said it
i’m bust up than a b+tch, come check my wrist, flaw settin’
i bought a b+tch a ring, but we ain’t ready for no weddin’
i know these n+ggas snake, i can see these n+ggas sheddin’

[chorus]
uh, uh, ayy, louis v to my last trip, b+tch, stick to the transcript
ho, you wasn’t invited, tell me why the f+ck your ass here
you’d think i was bangin’ otf, only the fam’ here
oh, you got that lo’ to the last n+gga? okay, go blam him
b+tch can’t come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
n+ggas late as f+ck, ran up seven m’s last year
twenty n+ggas up, f+ckin’ good, she had a bad year
them n+ggas be cappin’, b+tch, you know we got a bag here

[verse 2]
uh, uh, b+tch, you know we got the bag here
uh, uh, b+tch, you know we got that cash
rip off paper tag, switched again, then smash
we ain’t pickin’ faces, whoop a b+tch and a n+gga ass
bruises on my hand ’cause i been trappin’ glass bags
your door swingin’ hard as f+ck, i got some gas bags
you lookin’ for me, just post, “prince of bubba,” with the hashtag
we don’t do no rap beef, drop the lo’, we spank his ass

- real boston richey lyrics

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