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letra de no peace - real boston richey

[intro]
i’ma just— (ayo, v1z, you f-ckin’ crazy)
hold on
the f-ck? what up? with who? who? for real?
alright, say no more

[chorus]
hey, hey, they just say a rap n-gga dissed me
before that, he wanted a feature, p-ssy n-gga, ain’t sh-t free
i ball on n-ggas, i’m too elite, i can’t go ot
i was on some tricky sh-t, they done f-cked ’round and brought out the old me
n-gga, i don’t never be speakin’ on sh-t, but ain’t nan’ one of these n-ggas ho me
n-gga, i wave red flags, i don’t wave no white flags, i don’t want no peace
heard i got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
what the f-ck you think i’ma do to a n-gga that don’t even know me?

[verse 1]
hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, you p-ssies did it
n-gga, i’m simply made for bad b-tches, why these n-ggas be on my d-ck?
f-ck ’round, pop me a n-gga, no diddy, n-gga, i’m the first lil’ kid that did
we them f-ckin’ young n-ggas, don’t send sh-t up without no switches
you a p-ssy-ass lyin’ b-tch, see me slidin’ in a two-tone, n-gga, that’s my sh-t
r-t-rded-ass lil’ n-gga, you don’t even look like you f-ckin’ on fine sh-t
i’ll probably give her a fifteen-ball just to f-ck on a dime b-tch
for bodies, i’ma give out twenty-five hundred, them youngins’ll go try to slime sh-t
hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, why the f-ck y’all get me started?
n-gga, my whole f-ckin’ hood know i’m heartless
n-gga, they tryna sell out on me, make me tarnished
hey, get low, them youngins i’m with, them youngins shoot up parties, woo
i got m’s like i’m meek milly
and i f-ck with meek, but a n-gga that diss me can’t even make it out the city
i’m a real big blood, go and ask, i’m a main billy
i ain’t never whacked a n-gga? what the f-ck you on, n-gga, is you silly?
[chorus]
hey, hey, they just say a rap n-gga dissed me
before that, he wanted a feature, p-ssy n-gga, ain’t sh-t free
i ball on n-ggas, i’m too elite, i can’t go ot
i was on some tricky sh-t, they done f-cked ’round and brought out the old me
n-gga, i don’t never be speakin’ on sh-t, but ain’t nan’ one of these n-ggas ho me
n-gga, i wave red flags, i don’t wave no white flags, i don’t want no peace
heard i got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
what the f-ck you think i’ma do to a n-gga that don’t even know me?

[verse 2]
juries-talkin’-ass n-gga, spanish-walkin’-ass n-gga
a n-gga act like my ex-b-tch, pull them panties out your ass, n-gga
come to the yams tryna vacay, f-ck ’round, send them gravediggers
i don’t even stunt you broke-ass, whack-ass n-ggas, i’m out here paid with it
n-ggas cap ’bout catchin’ me slippin’, who? n-gga, i’m stayin’ with it
i be talkin’ ’bout all them m’s ’cause, b-tch, i’m g and stayin’ litty
pop out by myself
whole world done see me go through what i went through, n-gga, i ain’t need no help
treat a skinny-ass n-gga like i’m daddy, n-gga, go get my belt

[interlude]
ayy, n-gga, i ain’t gon’ lie, n-gga
i ain’t take this sh-t, none of this sh-t personal, n-gga
ayy, n-gga, i stayed quiet when you n-ggas dissed me, n-gga
i just been buildin’ this sh-t up, n-gga, f-ck a n-gga
i’m out here with it, n-gga
you dig?
[verse 3]
kickin’ sh-t just like jiu-jitsu
got your chain sn-tched two times, f-ck that drill rapper too
i got country k!llers, these cornbread-eatin’-ass n-ggas, they whackin’ too
these n-ggas i hang with still on facebook, they don’t got no ig moves
and these n-ggas ain’t even go to school
yes, these n-ggas, they know to shoot
rowdy rebel, rowdy who?
i don’t even know who the f-ck is fool
all these p-ssy-ass n-ggas food
all these rap n-ggas pickin’ sides
my whole city pull homicides
boston richey too bonafide
when i hit my city, b-tch, i’m outside
these n-ggas can’t even go outside
last n-gga played, you know he died
i don’t even do this rappin’ sh-t
i’m ready to let that window down
talk like that ’cause i’m a real f-ckin’ florida n-gga
i got goyard bags by the ten, real bag h–rder, n-gga
check these diamonds up in my mouth cost way more than a quarter, n-gga
and i know a n-gga gon’ get punched in it, when i’m out, record a n-gga
how many hats you bought? n-gga, i ain’t trippin’, i can afford a n-gga
f-ck a rap n-gga, get your chain took when you in florida, n-gga
on god, think twice before you n-ggas diss boston
real sh-t popper, ask ’em how sh-t crossed ’em
we’ll take the si, n-gga can’t speak ’cause the bl!ck called him
fake-ass trappin’ n-gga, go and ask him how much the brick cost him
[outro]
i’m a real street n-gga
real trick n-gga, lotta money, n-gga, i be sh-t talkin’
yeah, n-gga
i don’t, ayy, yeah, n-gga, that’s how this sh-t go, n-gga, you dig me?
don’t diss me

- real boston richey

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