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letra de what they did - real boston richey

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[intro]
uh, it’s funny how he fly me out, he say we’re flyin’ forever (section 8 just straight cooked this motherf-cker up)
they say it’s a stocked account, but i go buy my b-tch whatever
‘fore i buy her flowers, but her diamonds, diamonds last forever

[verse 1]
i ain’t paintin’ no faces, b-tch, n-gga play, i’m shootin’ whoever
if my uncle go against this sh-t, that’s on my mama, i’m bringin’ pressure
i don’t care ’bout makin’ a name, f-ck a b-tch only for my pleasure
why the f-ck this b-tch actin’ like she the prize? b-tch, you ain’t no treasure
if you f-ck with me, you do what i say, ’cause, b-tch, you in my world
rob a n-gga, make him put his hands in the air like a f-ckin’ barbie girl
i ain’t singin’ to a b-tch, who the f-ck you think i am, robbie earl?
i ain’t braggin’ up on no b-tch, you say he ain’t f-ckin’, you think i can’t tell?
i ain’t drivin’ and takin’ no risk, send them bags right through the mail
b-tch, i’m bringin’ cash money, won’t catch me out, send the sh-t through zelle
if i get caught with these bricks, that’s on my mama, i’m gettin’ the chair
i buy ass, i buy titties, and i even buy some hair

[chorus]
way i pop out with this switch, they say, “that sh-t there ain’t even fair”
broke her heart and still don’t listen, b-tch, you know i don’t even care
in the back of the car straight gettin’ it, let me f-ck her anywhere
she got some good-ass p-ssy, rockin’ givenchy underwear
mm, lately, i been under the weather
dripped up in a moncler sweater
b-tch mad she can’t get no cheddar
bl!ck came in with a new compressor
huh, n-ggas braggin’ ’bout that sh-t, what the f-ck they did?
i just sn-tched a rapper b-tch up eight ways like a f-ckin’ squid
[verse 2]
chop a brick up like karate
ran it up so fast, they thinkin’ i went and signed to illuminati
throwin’ b’s up, you would never catch me slidin’ in maseratis
b-tch, i made that bubba music, but play with cocaine like i’m gotti
you ain’t gotta ask me, do i move? you want it? n-gga, i got it
got my whole hood in control, n-gga, just like i’m shawty
every time that sh-t went down, you ain’t have to ask me, n-gga, i shot it
n-gga be fallin’ in love with these b-tches, all these b-tches ’bout it
i ain’t movin’ if i ain’t gettin’ profit

[chorus]
way i pop out with this switch, they say, “that sh-t there ain’t even fair”
broke her heart and still don’t listen, b-tch, you know i don’t even care
in the back of the car straight gettin’ it, let me f-ck her anywhere
she got some good-ass p-ssy, rockin’ givenchy underwear
mm, lately, i been under the weather
dripped up in a moncler sweater
b-tch mad she can’t get no cheddar
bl!ck came in with a new compressor
huh, n-ggas braggin’ ’bout that sh-t, what the f-ck they did?
i just sn-tched a rapper b-tch up eight ways like a f-ckin’ squid

- real boston richey

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