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letra de neck of the woods - real boston richey

[intro]
uh, uh, i can’t—
go, woah, oh
woah, woah (pbell)
woah, woah, bring that now
uh, uh

[chorus]
i been trappin’ all my life, i can’t do no cpn
lil’ b-tch got them pliers gripper, only right i leave it in
lil’ b-tch make my legs crippled, it’s only right you meet my friends
know that p-ssy good if i act like, “ooh,” when i stick it in
in my neck of the woods, we out here trappin’ bubbas and blue fin
f-cked the b-tch on a monday, tuesday i was movin’ in
told that b-tch she better spit, i’ll go use some lubricant
stupid b-tch, she tryna milk me, told the b-tch i ain’t got no wig

[verse]
see your opp out anywhere, better hit him up in his sh-t
if you ever get a chance, you better f-ck a n-gga b-tch
if you ever gеt a chance, you better takе a n-gga sh-t
if you ain’t never shot you a bl!ck, you better go swing you a stick
i don’t know, i don’t think none of these p-ssy n-ggas ain’t sh-t
sh-t, my lifestyle was more litter when i was trappin’ up in the bricks
back when everybody had a glizzy, ain’t n0body have a switch
back when the hoes wasn’t f-ckin’ for the money, d-mn, that sh-t was lit
pipe her up, take her to joseph, buy a chain, pop her sh-t
b-tch, i eat at finga l!cking, i don’t eat at fish and chips
take her home, get peter rolled, talkin’ rollie-poled the b-tch
all these n-ggas got white diamonds, had to rose-gold my wrist
had to range rove’ my b-tch
new ice up on the way, i had to frozone that b-tch
my youngins’ll sell your body, he go lost soul with the stick
know how to touch her body, i go dj on the cl-t
i go turntables on her, hit that err, then make her spit
if i ain’t in the studio, n-gga, i’m thuggin’ up in the trench
if that b-tch keep breakin’ up with me, that mean that sh-t ain’t meant
i could lead you to the water, but b-tch, i can’t thirst your quench
these b-tches ain’t good for sh-t
[chorus]
i been trappin’ all my life, i can’t do no cpn
lil’ b-tch got them pliers gripper, only right i leave it in
lil’ b-tch make my legs crippled, it’s only right you meet my friends
know that p-ssy good if i act like, “ooh,” when i stick it in
in my neck of the woods, we out here trappin’ bubbas and blue fin
f-cked the b-tch on a monday, tuesday i was movin’ in
told that b-tch she better spit, i’ll go use some lubricant
stupid b-tch, she tryna milk me, told the b-tch i ain’t got no wig

- real boston richey

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