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letra de send a blitz - real boston richey

[intro]
(ayo, run that up rami)
huh, richey
huh, oh, this that old boston flow
(pbell)
(ayo, clipzy, this sh-t hard as h-ll)
man, this sh-t on the floor

[chorus]
uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, f-ck it, i don’t like lil’ homes
every day, got a brand new b-tch, n-gga, i’m tired of goin’ home
told that ho, “don’t speak on sh-t, b-tch, you in the quiet zone”
quick to swipe a b-tch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

[verse]
b-tch say she gon’ pay me to suck that d-ck, she don’t turn me on
talkin’ to the p-ssy, that freaky sh-t like i’m on the microphone
i was out here pavin’ a way when dog was out here swipin’ phones
you can’t come to ridge road or south city, that’s where them snipers roam
and that’s on my son, i was out here thuggin’ with whitеy-tighties on
love to f-ck a nat-nat, but on my son, n-gga, i can’t wife a shonе
only thing they askin’ boston, “will your n-ggas take life?”
get that bag involved, sh-t, n-gga, you d-mn right
all this cash on me, tell me, why the f-ck i’ma stop at lights?
b-tch, i’ma f-ck you good, but you know i ain’t gon’ do you right
catch an opp lackin’, that’s on my mama, we shoot sh-t on sight
we was trappin’ bubbs when n-ggas ain’t have no bubbs, that’s why we pipe
you either flyin’ p’s or you f-ckin’, that’s how you get your flight
b-tch, i like a big old ass and titties, i ain’t got no type
f-cked up when they let us get them switches, i ain’t finna fight
frrt, hit that switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys
real b-tch know boston really the sh-t like a porta-pot
you know that i f-ck every b-tch i get, sh-t, i love them thots
why the f-ck these n-ggas tryna steal my sh-t? i got them trillers hot
heard an opp just died on ig live, sh-t, i don’t know what that’s ’bout
n-ggas sayin’ he got some smoke, f-ck it, n-gga, let’s shoot it out
n-ggas throwin’ up, “z’s” in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties ’bout?
we ain’t bangin’ s-x money murder, but, n-gga, we at the shooter spot
these lil’ n-ggas ain’t on gang, these lil’ n-ggas, they goobered out
black truck the b-tch, slidin’ through, n-gga, we ubered out
if that p-ssy smellin’ just like flowers, i’ll eat her out
ever bring up boston when it come to hoes, sh-t, i’ll bring ’em out
if that b-tch not postin’ for a couple days, sh-t, boston flew her out
catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, sh-t, i need wooty out
catch me eatin’ some oxtails, you know i’m at my cougar spot
catch me in the trenches, on my side, i got my tooley out
f-cked her from the back, way too much, i got her booty wide
yeah, it’s a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out
every time we make a brand new hundred, we get a brand new spot
every time i pop out in the trenches, i got a brand-new knot
hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, n-gga, we pass ’em out
[chorus]
wake up, go and send a blitz, f-ck it, i don’t like lil’ homes
every day, got a brand new b-tch, n-gga, i’m tired of goin’ home (ayo, run that up, rami)
told that ho, “don’t speak on sh-t, b-tch, you in the quiet zone”
quick to swipe a b-tch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

- real boston richey

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