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letra de marathon - real boston richey

[intro]
hey, what’s up? where we eatin’?
benihana, ruth chris, steak, lobster?
sh-t, i was thinkin’ wendy’s (uh)
you need to boss your life up and turn on that new boston
at least he know how to treat a b-tch (known to let that mac fly just like my n-gga doe)
h-ll naw, f-ck that trick-ass n-gga (yeah)
you just a hatin’-ass n-gga, broke, dusty, musty, crusty (uh, come on)
you just hatin’ ’cause you don’t serve more bags than him (i’m like, uh)

[verse 1]
bae, you too bad for you not to have no bag, hold on
your n-gga up? why he ain’t spend no cash? uh
she pullin’ up, walk out with shopping bags, yeah
bae, i’m the realest n-gga you never had
ain’t sh-t to spend no cash
braggin’ on that n-gga, tell me what the f-ck he spent
i can go get ten bad b-tches that’ll tell you that i done spent
n-ggas fake trickin’, richey rich the real biggest trick
if i like a b-tch, i ain’t wastin’ time, i go and bust her wrist
all the bad b-tches want me
when you got that paper, it’ll turn a b-tch holy
you and your friends bad, buy you a rollie, rollie, rollie
why you braggin’ on that n-gga? bae, that p-ssy n-gga owe me
take my time with a bad b-tch, i gotta f-ck her slowly
when i bust you down put a hashtag and say, “he froze me”
this trickin’ sh-t go od
[chorus]
bae, you finer than a b-tch, you nothin’ like my last b-tch
catch a bad b-tch and spend it on her, that sh-t a habit
we ain’t runnin’ out of paper, stupid b-tch, we mad rich
braggin’ ’cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain’t had sh-t
i’m too turnt to get her hair done
type of n-gga to give her 20k to buy a hair salon
talkin’ that rich sh-t, ain’t bought sh-t, then he ain’t havin’ nothin’
tell that n-gga to buy you a goyard bag if he havin’ somethin’
take a n-gga b-tch, runnin’ laps with her like a marathon

[verse 2]
richey rich a real bad-b-tch sn-tcher
she poppin’ sh-t on ig, that’s the b-tch i’m runnin’ after
all these b-tches want these racks, ain’t a b-tch that i can’t capture
all these n-ggas ridin’ waves, all these p-ssy n-ggas cappers, uh
bad b-tch, you want a rollie or a chain?
i f-cked the b-tch good, i made the b-tch throw up the gang
i’m really havin’ m’s, go tell your n-gga stay in his lane

[chorus]
bae, you finer than a b-tch, you nothin’ like my last b-tch
catch a bad b-tch and spend it on her, that sh-t a habit
we ain’t runnin’ out of paper, stupid b-tch, we mad rich
braggin’ ’cause he got your hair done, we can tell who ain’t had sh-t
i’m too turnt to get her hair done
type of n-gga to give her 20k to buy a hair salon
talkin’ that rich sh-t, ain’t bought sh-t, then he ain’t havin’ nothin’
tell that n-gga to buy you a goyard bag if he havin’ somethin’
take a n-gga b-tch, runnin’ laps with her like a marathon

- real boston richey

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