letra de black truck - real boston richey
[intro]
uh, uh, uh
you know?
all my b-tches be a reflection of me
i’m too turnt
how you gettin’ money, n-gga? yo’ b-tches don’t even look good
feel me?
uh, uh
[chorus]
i sent the b-tch a black truck, got her slidin’ presidential
project b-tch, i turn her up, she ain’t even got to have pateks
tell her ex n-gga to run it up, we f-ckin’ up at the continental
she want me to f-ck her good then blow a bag, that’s why i’m f-ckin’ with her
if she don’t f-ck me the first night, i’ma make her feel guilty
i gotta keep my pipe just in case they try to steal me
wake up and give her pipe, ain’t arguin’ ’bout no stupid sh-t
i throw a l ’cause she show love and this b-tch too legit
[verse 1]
it’s way too cold out here, i need a b-tch that’s super thick
it ain’t no love out here, can’t f-ck ’round with no stupid b-tch
can’t show no love out here, i’m tired of goin’ through that sh-t
i need a b-tch to have some fun with, i ain’t new to this
black truck the b-tch, talkin’ lamb’ truck the b-tch
she dancin’ on the tooly, i don’t gat f-ck the b-tch
we shoot a movie, i done from the back f-cked the b-tch
make her go and get my name, n-gga, i don’t tat-suck the b-tch
uh, add up my wrist, n-gga
ran up seven figures, got ’em n-ggas sayin’, “i wish, n-gga”
had a talk with myself, i know i played, don’t even diss n-ggas
n-ggas’ll k!ll you ’bout they girl
had to tell ’em, “come get yo’ b-tch, n-gga,” i played it like a rich n-gga
[chorus]
i sent the b-tch a black truck, got her slidin’ presidential
project b-tch, i turn her up, she ain’t even got to have pateks
tell her ex n-gga to run it up, we f-ckin’ up at the continental
she want me to f-ck her good then blow a bag, that’s why i’m f-ckin’ with her
if she don’t f-ck me the first night, i’ma make her feel guilty
i gotta keep my pipe just in case they try to steal me
wake up and give her pipe, ain’t arguin’ ’bout no stupid sh-t
i throw a l ’cause she show love and this b-tch too legit
[verse 2]
all b-tches like to drive in black trucks (uh-uh)
uppin’ up my price and ran my tax up (uh-uh)
f-ck a n-gga b-tch ’cause i don’t give a f-ck
when i meet a rich b-tch, don’t give my pimpin’ up (uh)
i go to jail, then, it’s f-ck it, i get my visits up
i got smoke with the whole city, i got the tension up
n-ggas say they ridin’ with me, but n-ggas b-tchin’ up
now, his b-tch slidin’ with me ’cause she don’t get them digits up
[chorus]
i sent the b-tch a black truck, got her slidin’ presidential
project b-tch, i turn her up, she ain’t even got to have pateks
tell her ex n-gga to run it up, we f-ckin’ up at the continental
she want me to f-ck her good then blow a bag, that’s why i’m f-ckin’ with her
if she don’t f-ck me the first night, i’ma make her feel guilty
i gotta keep my pipe just in case they try to steal me
wake up and give her pipe, ain’t arguin’ ’bout no stupid sh-t
i throw a l ’cause she show love and this b-tch too legit
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