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letra de dawggy - real boston richey

[intro]
yeah
(ayy, 40, what that is?)
you got that?
load ’em more, that n-gga think i got like eight in this b-tch

[chorus]
these cubans on my next bussed up dawgy
i can’t drive the work but i can get ’em to uhaul it
that n-gga say he got one-fifty, d-mn he think that’s ballin’
that n-gga trippin’, i can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet
they sh-tted on me now that sh-t gon’ cost ’em
i ever hit a l!ck or runnin’ down i’m takin’ all it
the headlights on the benz look like frog eye when it foggy
front my friends, perc’ tens, ain’t never ball-hogging
[verse 1]
that lil’ b-tch be perkin’, why you think that i bе stallin’?
’cause i don’t f-ck wit you
girlfriend turned to my baby mama, so, now, i’m stuck wit’ you
yo’ n-gga ain’t еven worth a fifty, i’m just being a buck wit’ you
yo’ p-ssy good, why the f-ck you think i still put up wit’ you?
i be trapping bubba plates, don’t f-ck wit’ no dog food
and i sold more bricks then yo’ brother, and yo’ dawg too
i feel like ross, this b-tch here super thick, she twenty-two
we slide twenty-two, we in room two-hundred and two
birds go for thirty-two
i’m way to p, i give her way more pleasure then baby blue
when i’m talkin’ trappin’, i’m talkin’ servin’ them bases too
when i’m talkin’ smackin’, i’m talkin’ ’bout gettin’ active too

[verse 2]
i might just buy amg benz come through, i’m a dawgy
“how much of my love do you want?” b-tch, i want all of it
out here dodgin’ all the bad cops, feel like mike lowry
if i ever hit the county, n-gga, i ain’t doin’ no talkin’
i ain’t do no talkin’, n-gga, i just sell white
but my dawg dwight just say he finna teach me how to swipe
sendin’ k2 to my dawg behind the wall through a kite
lead the stud drive the bricks, ’cause n-ggas don’t ever rob dikes
alright n-gga
bring a f-cking gun, don’t bring no knife, n-gga
we don’t bring no dope in through no flights
i spend everything from chef up to the vice
and i rob and trap before i go and hit a heist (yeah)
[chorus]
these cubans on my next bussed up dawgy
i can’t drive the work but i can get ’em to uhaul it
that n-gga say he got one-fifty, d-mn he think that’s ballin’
that n-gga trippin’, i can hit the crib, get seven-fifty up out my closet
they sh-tted on me now that sh-t gon’ cost ’em
i ever hit a l!ck or runnin’ down i’m takin’ all it
the headlights on the benz look like frog eye when it foggy
front my friends, perc’ tens, ain’t never ball-hogging

- real boston richey

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