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letra de braggin' rights - real boston richey

[intro]
(ayo, run it up, rami)
i wanna f-ck
let me see that p-ssy
you know i got you ice cream?
man, let me see that p-ssy, man
uh, uh
you ain’t gon’ let me see the p-ssy?
that’s all you care about? (andree, run it up)
bye
you got me f-cked up
that’s all you care about is p-ssy
nah
boy, that b-tch do not f-ck you, for real
ayy, man, what’s up?

[chorus]
uh, uh, they want braggin’ rights, i don’t need no help
i keep my game tight, i stay down, run it up by myself
i’m a player, baby, so don’t play with me, better watch your step
got a habit of f-ckin’ b-tches over, ho, feel this pain i felt
got a habit of f-ckin’ b-tches over, can’t give no b-tch my heart
won’t let the b-tch know i know she cheatin’, n-gga, i play my part
won’t let the b-tch know whenever i’m leavin’, b-tch, i play it smart
and she gon’ hidе when she be chеatin’, but i’ma up the charts
n-gga, i’ma up the score
[verse 1]
trappin’ dope from coast to coast
don’t need a b-tch, i’ll leave a ho
i take that back, only time i need a b-tch to drive the dope
gangster b-tch, straight up out the projects, swear you can’t hide the ho
put up b-tch, gotta tell a b-tch, “come outside some more”
i’m on that sh-t, i serve a n-gga ass right up outside the store
n-gga don’t know my plug, n-gga, i get my bubs from idaho
forever do her wrong, how i growed up, n-gga, we don’t idol hoes
these new n-ggas different, how they growed up, n-gga, they’ll slime the bros
i was taught when you meet a b-tch, wine and dine the ho
if that’s your main b-tch, when you f-ck her, slow stroke the ho
finesse your main b-tch, give her free game, we don’t dope the ho
i’ll hand a n-gga the bl!ck when it’s up like, “need a ‘port to smoke?”
uh, jumped off in the water, i was the only n-gga that finessed the ropes
hit him in his head like he just asked for a vest to hold
leave a b-tch dead, i can’t lie, i invest in hoes
you heard what i said, the p-ssy good if she a messy ho

[chorus]
uh, uh, hey want braggin’ rights, i don’t need no help
i keep my game tight, i stay down, run it up by myself
i’m a player, baby, so don’t play with me, better watch your step
got a habit of f-ckin’ b-tches over, ho, feel this pain i felt
got a habit of f-ckin’ b-tches over, can’t give no b-tch my heart
won’t let the b-tch know i know she cheatin’, n-gga, i play my part
won’t let the b-tch know whenever i’m leavin’, b-tch, i play it smart
and she gon’ hide when she be cheatin’, but i’ma up the charts
n-gga, i’ma up the score

[outro]
like, f-ck you mean though?
i’m finna unblock you though
you already unblocked me
no, i didn’t, finna unblock you, i need to have one of them—
so you finna knock my ass off and block me again? you know how childish that is?
yeah, but i’m finna unblock you, i need to have one of them pictures soon as i unblock you
bye
you need to grow up

- real boston richey

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