real boston richey – what they did lyrics
[intro]
uh, it’s funny how he fly me out, he say we’re flyin’ forever (section 8 just straight cooked this motherf+cker up)
they say it’s a stocked account, but i go buy my b+tch whatever
‘fore i buy her flowers, but her diamonds, diamonds last forever
[verse 1]
i ain’t paintin’ no faces, b+tch, n+gga play, i’m shootin’ whoever
if my uncle go against this sh+t, that’s on my mama, i’m bringin’ pressure
i don’t care ’bout makin’ a name, f+ck a b+tch only for my pleasure
why the f+ck this b+tch actin’ like she the prize? b+tch, you ain’t no treasure
if you f+ck with me, you do what i say, ’cause, b+tch, you in my world
rob a n+gga, make him put his hands in the air like a f+ckin’ barbie girl
i ain’t singin’ to a b+tch, who the f+ck you think i am, robbie earl?
i ain’t braggin’ up on no b+tch, you say he ain’t f+ckin’, you think i can’t tell?
i ain’t drivin’ and takin’ no risk, send them bags right through the mail
b+tch, i’m bringin’ cash money, won’t catch me out, send the sh+t through zelle
if i get caught with these bricks, that’s on my mama, i’m gettin’ the chair
i buy ass, i buy titties, and i even buy some hair
[chorus]
way i pop out with this switch, they say, “that sh+t there ain’t even fair”
broke her heart and still don’t listen, b+tch, you know i don’t even care
in the back of the car straight gettin’ it, let me f+ck her anywhere
she got some good+ass p+ssy, rockin’ givenchy underwear
mm, lately, i been under the weather
dripped up in a moncler sweater
b+tch mad she can’t get no cheddar
bl!ck came in with a new compressor
huh, n+ggas braggin’ ’bout that sh+t, what the f+ck they did?
i just sn+tched a rapper b+tch up eight ways like a f+ckin’ squid
[verse 2]
chop a brick up like karate
ran it up so fast, they thinkin’ i went and signed to illuminati
throwin’ b’s up, you would never catch me slidin’ in maseratis
b+tch, i made that bubba music, but play with cocaine like i’m gotti
you ain’t gotta ask me, do i move? you want it? n+gga, i got it
got my whole hood in control, n+gga, just like i’m shawty
every time that sh+t went down, you ain’t have to ask me, n+gga, i shot it
n+gga be fallin’ in love with these b+tches, all these b+tches ’bout it
i ain’t movin’ if i ain’t gettin’ profit
[chorus]
way i pop out with this switch, they say, “that sh+t there ain’t even fair”
broke her heart and still don’t listen, b+tch, you know i don’t even care
in the back of the car straight gettin’ it, let me f+ck her anywhere
she got some good+ass p+ssy, rockin’ givenchy underwear
mm, lately, i been under the weather
dripped up in a moncler sweater
b+tch mad she can’t get no cheddar
bl!ck came in with a new compressor
huh, n+ggas braggin’ ’bout that sh+t, what the f+ck they did?
i just sn+tched a rapper b+tch up eight ways like a f+ckin’ squid
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