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letra de goin' back home - real boston richey

[intro]
huh, uh, i got drip— uh, uh
i got drip fare, uh
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf-cker up)
i got brick fare
i got drip fare, uh
i got brick fare
pay for a b-tch hair
uh-uh

[chorus]
i’m tired of f-ckin’ these hoes, it’s time to go back home
i’m trappin’ up off the phone, i’m tired of swingin’ them o’s
i’m tired of swingin’ the pole, b-tch, f-ck the famous hoes
they act like they don’t know me and what the f-ck i’m famous for

[post-chorus]
i’m famous for trappin’ the bubba, uh, i’m famous for swingin’ the cutter
i pull up and finger-f-ck her, might text her, but never f-ck her
a robber from out the city, i ran it up, i was trappin’ bubba
robbin’ half of the city, boston always stayin’ in trouble

[verse 1]
that bl!cky got thе hiccups and when i blow it, that b-tch gon’ stutter
ain’t sh-t, n-gga, we can fight, i’m bumpin’ good likе d-slugga
my tahoe tinted up, comin’ through like undercovers
i’ll drop a mill’ on your head, you f-ck off with my brother
i’m out here duckin’ the feds, leave a hundred up on her bed
ride with me like i got pegs, i’m cuttin’ her off, she don’t give head
i see it up in his eyes, boy, give me that bl!cky, your ass scared
i’m out here movin’ swiftly, half of these opp-ass n-ggas on dead
i don’t care if she got some followers, i’ma leave the lil’ b-tch on read
out here trappin’ h-lla ice like i just jumped on a sled
check out my neck, it’s h-lla ice, i got that sh-t from trappin’ meds
if she can’t show a fifty ball, b-tch, get up out my bed
[chorus]
i’m tired of f-ckin’ these hoes, it’s time to go back home
i’m trappin’ up off the phone, i’m tired of swingin’ them o’s
i’m tired of swingin’ the pole, b-tch, f-ck the famous hoes
they act like they don’t know me and what the f-ck i’m famous for

[verse 2]
uh, uh, uh, woah, kemosabe, big ballin’, this my hobby
before these n-gga was doin’ ‘cats, i was runnin’ up ’round the lobby
before they got on h-llcats, i was whippin’ a big body
if you don’t like how i pop my sh-t, n-gga, we can hit ’bout it
that tweetin’ up on ig’ll get a n-gga stick ’bout it
uh, sayin’ that, “lil’ boston,” last n-gga got flipped ’bout it
that sh-t up in my hand, ain’t gotta come off the hip ’bout it
playin’ with the money’ll get your ass k!lled ’bout it
pull up, white and blue mclaren, boston just f-cked on a karen
real f-ckin’ pallbearin’, why the f-ck is y’all starin’?
get in the field and do some leg work like my name was uncle daren
connect this b-tch like we on bluetooth, me and her pairin’
[chorus]
i’m tired of f-ckin’ these hoes, it’s time to go back home
i’m trappin’ up off the phone, i’m tired of swingin’ them o’s
i’m tired of swingin’ the pole, b-tch, f-ck the famous hoes
they act like they don’t know me and what the f-ck i’m famous for

- real boston richey

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