What They Did
Real Boston Richey
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Uh, it's funny how he slime me out, he said we was slimes forever (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) They say it's a stocked account, but I go buy my bitch whatever 'Fore I buy her flowers, buy her diamonds, diamonds last forever I ain't paintin' no faces, bitch, nigga play, I'm shootin' whoever If my uncle go against this shit, that's on my mama, I'm bringin' pressure I don't care 'bout makin' a name, f*ck a bitch only for my pleasure Why the f*ck this bitch actin' like she the prize? Bitch, you ain't no treasure If you f*ck with me, you do what I say, 'cause, bitch, you in my world Rob a nigga, make him put his hands in the air like a fuckin' Barbie girl I ain't singin' to a bitch, who the f*ck you think I am, Robbie Earl? I ain't braggin' up on no bitch, you say he ain't fuckin', you think I can't tell? I ain't drivin' and takin' no risk, send them bags right through the mail Bitch, I'm bringin' cash money, won't catch me out, send the shit 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 Way I pop out with this switch, they say, "That shit there ain't even fair" Broke her heart and still don't listen, bitch, 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 pussy, rockin' Givenchy underwear Mm, lately, I been under the weather Dripped up in a Moncler sweater Bitch mad she can't get no cheddar Blick came in with a new compressor Huh, niggas braggin' 'bout that shit, what the f*ck they did? I just snatched a rapper bitch up eight ways like a fuckin' squid 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 Bitch, 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? Nigga, I got it Got my whole hood in control, nigga, just like I'm Shawty Every time that shit went down, you ain't have to ask me, nigga, I shot it Nigga be fallin' in love with these bitches, all these bitches 'bout it I ain't movin' if I ain't gettin' profit Way I pop out with this switch, they say, "That shit there ain't even fair" Broke her heart and still don't listen, bitch, 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 pussy, rockin' Givenchy underwear Mm, lately, I been under the weather Dripped up in a Moncler sweater Bitch mad she can't get no cheddar Blick came in with a new compressor Huh, niggas braggin' 'bout that shit, what the f*ck they did? I just snatched a rapper bitch up eight ways like a fuckin' squid
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