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woodboy gee & real boston richey - no ecstasy lyrics

[intro: real boston richey & woodboy gee]
man, i told my n+gga woodboy gee he from the southside now
you already know what the f+ck goin’ on, man, 38 ridge road sh+t, n+gga
stop playin’

[chorus: real boston richey & woodboy gee]
i don’t pop no ecstasy
i’d rather pour up lean ’cause pills don’t do enough for me
n+ggas slidin’, cross that chop, they can’t get next to me
necklace half a lamb chop, your n+gga ain’t got the cheese
your n+gga ain’t got the cheese, lil’ b+tch, you gon’ f+ck or not? (b+tch)
i hit the airport, get a rental, park it at my spot (skrrt)
no competition, but in my city, i got the biggest watch (the biggest)
i hit up richey, hold your motion ’cause the city hot

[verse 1: real boston richey]
geezy say the city hot, this sh+t here for the feds
i trap on tuesdays and thursdays, these n+ggas scared
bеfore my chain, nucho gave me his and lеt me wear it
wee just say he need a thick b+tch look like rocky red

[verse 2: woodboy gee]
she look like rocky red, bubba kush, the price droppin’ (bubba)
i might can take you to the ritz, but i can’t take you shoppin’ (nah)
i’m at the office out the sunroof, a miami dolphin (for sure)
lil’ b+tch keep throwin’ me in my motion ’cause she steady talkin’
[verse 3: karri dafinesser]
lil’ b+tch keep tellin’ me she got motion, she tryna act bossy
how many b+tches havin’ motion from lil’ gee and boston?
i’m finesse y’all with a .38 baby, mr. public housing
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout what they doin’, just keep that money pilin’

[verse 4: woodboy gee]
just keep that money pilin’, n+gga told right at the station (huh?)
i f+ck with yic, but we ain’t takin’ applications (yic)
the plane land, we get the case and it’s a celebration (that ‘bow)
f+ck the police, the detectives, and the federation

[verse 5: dank]
and the federation, tell me why these n+ggas hatin’ (they hatin’)
a fifty+ball in thirty days, boy, my trap ain’t vacant (fifty+ball)
two srts back to back, me and richey racin’ (vroom)
gotta keep a glock case these n+ggas wanna take me (bah+bah)

[chorus: real boston richey & woodboy gee]
i don’t pop no ecstasy
i’d rather pour up lean ’cause pills don’t do enough for me
n+ggas slidin’, cross that chop, they can’t get next to me
necklace half a lamb chop, your n+gga ain’t got the cheese
your n+gga ain’t got the cheese, lil’ b+tch, you gon’ f+ck or not?
i hit the airport, get a rental, park it at my spot
no competition, but in my city, i got the biggest watch
i hit up richey, hold your motion ’cause the city hot

- woodboy gee real boston richey lyrics

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