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letra de keep on gettin it - real boston richey

[intro]
uh, turn me up, p
uh, richey
uh, uh, uh
(known to let that mac fly just like my n-gga doe, baow)
uh, uh

[chorus]
crackers tryna swing the block, but we keep on gettin’ it
over here, we ain’t got no opps ’cause these n-ggas b-tches
n-ggas still hate me over there, tryna knock me off my pivot
i’ll let her n-gga buy her nails and hair, i’ll go buy a pendant
f-ck with all the djs that’s gon’ keep me spinnin’
but i’m turned up, n-gga ain’t never been a coalition
half a ticket on me right now, i bet that b-tch gon’ listen
i dm the b-tch to take her out of town, i bet your b-tch go missin’

[verse]
a ten-year run, i was a young n-gga out hеre trappin’ midget
i feel like i got a magic wand, i been out trickin’ b-tchеs
i feel like the 50 boyz ’cause in my britches, n-gga, i can fit a fifty
might have to cross a n-gga out i love ’cause n-ggas ain’t even with me
me and that young b-tch always fightin’ just like bobby and whitney
she gon’ eat that d-ck up good, i bought that pink whitney
she done f-cked me and my brother, that b-tch you seen with me
they heard i ran up seven m’s, tell f-ck n-ggas, “come and get me”
my n-gga shoot the sh-t out a n-gga, i got that plumber with me
these n-ggas be doin’ all that tweetin’, but n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
we started off a hundred deep, ain’t none of them n-ggas with me
i know i f-cked her good ’cause all of my ex b-tches miss me
these n-ggas be cappin’ when they say, “no cap,” like, “no kizzy”
i’m only givin’ a n-gga a bubba chain who roll with me
i’m talkin’ ’bout same n-ggas who post up at the store with me
went against the whole hood, we only had like four semis
i’m only like five foot and a couple inches with four b-tches
i’m ‘posed to have a ticket, n-gga, i ain’t see like no mentions
can’t let him hold the strap, it went down, he done froze with it
every time i make another hundred, i get more b-tches
i f-ck that b-tch up off that henny, got control in it
“why your car so tinted out?” ’cause i got ‘bows in it
you know i f-ck with herbo and them ’cause i got no limits
my heart too froze, baby, that’s why i be cold pimpin’
my backdoor closed, baby, i ain’t doin’ no slippin’
we’ll wipe your nose, baby, we ain’t doin’ no trippin’
we got them ‘bows, baby, but we ain’t doin’ no shippin’
she say she f-ck me better, these hoes ain’t no different
i ain’t sold a zip in a year
big old diamonds in my ear
make them packages disappear
she got piercings on her lip
i’m out here thuggin’ with the dips
i rock chane-ne for the crips
i f-cked this b-tch up off the rip
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
crackers tryna swing the block, but we keep on gettin’ it
over here, we ain’t got no opps ’cause these n-ggas b-tches
n-ggas still hate me over there, tryna knock me off my pivot
i’ll let her n-gga buy her nails and hair, i’ll go buy a pendant
f-ck with all the djs that’s gon’ keep me spinnin’
but i’m turned up, n-gga ain’t never been a coalition
half a ticket on me right now, i bet that b-tch gon’ listen
i dm the b-tch to take her out of town, i bet your b-tch go missin’

- real boston richey

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