
letra de carti - real boston richey
[intro]
(known to let that mac fly just like my n-gga doe)
[verse 1]
i’m like d-mn, baby girl, you thicker than a snicker
matter fact, i feel like you too thick for your n-gga
you don’t think i can handle that? pull up, let me d-ck you
oh, don’t disrespect your n-gga? b-tch, you still don’t get the picture?
i told you i’m a dripper slash trapper slash rap n-gga
project b-tch a real eater, i saved her number as “lap ripper”
usain bolt when i run it up, i done overlapped n-ggas
i’ma leave your ass on read, i see you like cap n-ggas
you can f-ck vert, glizzy, dank, i probably’ll still hit you
f-ck ’round, jump in the dm, they say she eat it up like a dill pickle
cool with poppin’ a strong back or a rhino, i ain’t poppin’ no pills
i got b-tches all on my line, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t even got to deal with you (uh, yeah, come on)
sn-tch a bad b-tch, we gon’ go and get our nails done
i be havin’ way more plays than the ladies doin’ the mail run
that n-gga you with, he ain’t no hustler, n-gga ain’t even sell nothin’
she ain’t treat me right, i’m gettin’ out on her just like a bail bond
mama used to whoop my ass ’cause my head hard
seen a n-gga try to be like lil richey and caught a cell charge
over here we trappin’ frrt, n-gga, and we sell hard
boston stanley, i’ll whoop a n-gga ass ’bout bein’ in my d-mn yard
[chorus]
i’m just tryna tell you, baby, i’m really life of the party
turn up like the white boys, sh-t, i’m livin’ my life gnarly
she said she gon’ ride for me, b-tch, where’s your harley?
you ever go out sad? oops, baby, that’s hardly
i just sh-tted on your n-gga, baby, i’m so sorry
come through in a ferrari, havin’ my way like playboi carti, ayy
i’m too f-ckin’ rich to go and buy a f-ckin’ carti’
cross ’em, ja morant, these n-ggas can’t guard me
[verse 2]
b-tch, shake your ass like your life dependent— hold on, hold on
b-tch, shake your ass like your life dependent on it (uh)
your n-gga, he ain’t richer than me, i put my pendant on it (come on)
every time i f-ck a b-tch, i put my pendant on her (ayy)
she know i’ma blow it while a b-tch dependent on me (ayy)
we don’t f-ck with dog, that’s why we be spinnin’ homie (uh)
i’m too f-ckin’ piped to pull up in a hemi, homie (hold on)
every time i pop out, b-tch, i got the switchy on me
[chorus]
i’m just tryna tell you, baby, i’m really life of the party
turn up like the white boys, sh-t, i’m livin’ my life gnarly
she said she gon’ ride for me, b-tch, where’s your harley?
you ever go out sad? oops, baby, that’s hardly
i just sh-tted on your n-gga, baby, i’m so sorry
come through in a ferrari, havin’ my way like playboi carti, ayy
i’m too f-ckin’ rich to go and buy a f-ckin’ carti’
cross ’em, ja morant, these n-ggas can’t guard me
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