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letra de don’t get me started - real boston richey

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[intro]
what’s up moe, ’cause when the f-ck you started talkin’ like that? b-tch
what?
f-ck you mean moe?
hahahaha
()

[chorus]
don’t get me started, b-tch, yo’ p-ssy ain’t more than a quarter
i was in that party, b-tch, i was cussin’ like i ain’t no artist (mm)
i was pullin’ larceny, n-gga, i’m slidin’ and duckin’ apartments
i’ma get my bricks, n-gga, i’ma go back to the apartments, n-gga
boy, you ain’t even have a gang, g got to stand for garbage, n-gga
every time i open my pack, you know it smell like i farted, n-gga
you was comin’ to class early, everytime i was tardy, n-gga
you hate me bad, i hope you n-ggas know i ain’t even started, n-gga
[verse 1]
a-a-ain’t never been to cali’, ten seven hundred, i ain’t even cappin’
mike tell me a b-tch said, “l-o-l,” on me, i ain’t even laughin’
these p-ssy n-ggas takin’ extra ls, they really lackin’
if i had to choose between trap or rap, on god, i’m trappin’
if i had to choose between fightin’ or shootin’, i’m goin’ for clappin’
might take your b-tch for ransom, roll her up and go kidnap her
you know i ain’t chasin’ hoes, i’m out of breath like i got asthma
i’m gettin’ money like chicken man’s son, but ain’t no snapper
i’m bendin’ the corner, whippin’ the ghost through this b-tch like i’m casper
i’m drinkin’ den, now lil’ baby cuttin’ this sh-t here dapper
i told my b-tch i’ll take my time, i don’t know how to change no pamper
but, i could be yo’ man and run the streets, and still be a rapper

[chorus]
don’t get me started, b-tch, yo’ p-ssy ain’t more than a quarter
i was in that party, b-tch, i was cussin’ like i ain’t no artist (mm)
i was pullin’ larceny, n-gga, i’m slidin’ and duckin’ apartments
i’ma get my bricks, n-gga, i’ma go back to the apartments, n-gga
boy, you ain’t even have a gang, g got to stand for garbage, n-gga
every time i open my pack, you know it smell like i farted, n-gga
you was comin’ to class early, everytime i was tardy, n-gga
you hate me bad, i hope you n-ggas know i ain’t even started, n-gga

[verse 2]
don’t get me started, n-gga, i’ll bust a move and up my rat’
if i can f-ck it, b-tch, don’t play, you know you f-ckin’ ain’t
b-tch can’t even hit the bnb, you ain’t f-ckin’, what you think?
i’m thuggin’ hard, but, to my mama, she still think i’m a saint
uh, n-gga tryna rob my boat, don’t know they gon’ sink
uh, n-gga try to bend that road, on god, he gon’ sing
i be on they ass, all of these n-ggas like pootie tang
and i just came in for that bag, i don’t want the fame
you know i’m raised up in this sh-t like raising kanan
she said she full of wizz, [?] give up the brain
i’m young and turnt, i went bust down on that plane
i ain’t flew to cali’ since i lost one-fifty on that plane
[chorus]
don’t get me started, b-tch, yo’ p-ssy ain’t more than a quarter
i was in that party, b-tch, i was cussin’ like i ain’t no artist (mm)
i was pullin’ larceny, n-gga, i’m slidin’ and duckin’ apartments
i’ma get my bricks, n-gga, i’ma go back to the apartments, n-gga
boy, you ain’t even have a gang, g got to stand for garbage, n-gga
every time i open my pack, you know it smell like i farted, n-gga
you was comin’ to class early, everytime i was tardy, n-gga
you hate me bad, i hope you n-ggas know i ain’t even started, n-gga

- real boston richey

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