lirik lagu cheap – real boston richey
[intro]
(andree, run it up)
[chorus]
securus cheap, how the f*ck you ain’t sent your doggy nothin’?
them bubbas cheap, how the f*ck you ain’t out here trappin’ nothin’?
them cutters cheap, how the f*ck you ain’t out here clappin’ nothin’?
pull up another beat, every time i drop a song, i’m gettin’ money
you ain’t gon’ clap sh*t, why the f*ck you n*ggas muggin’?
i live my life the right way, out here thuggin’ and i’m druggin’
patek gon’ shine the right way, all rose, sh*t bustin’
she offered to give me backrubs, sh*t, i know she want somethin’
[verse 1]
i cheated a couple months, i wakе up, the b*tch still fussin’
after we f*ck, still got my jеwelry on, the b*tch might steal somethin’
sh*t ’bout over with like, b*tch, you need to drop you a tear or somethin’
stand right over sh*t, every time they play, i’m ready to k!ll me somethin’
all these scars up on my body, n*gga, i still don’t feel nothin’
crash dummy go kamikaze ’cause n*ggas act like they don’t feel guns
i just keep my sh*t discrete, how your daddy should’ve done
told lil’ cuh to push the p, he gotta go do a pill run
told lil’ cuh, “go push the p,” but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a player side
black truck the hoes and go duck off and let the chauffer drive
i only rock with shooters, stay protected, that’s how i play and slide
might smack the sh*t out a n*gga if he playin’ ’cause we don’t play with fire
don’t treat me like no tutor, y’all f*ck n*ggas’ ass be babified
she rode the d*ck so good, you would think this b*tch right here was made to ride
opps be dyin’ so fast, you would think these n*ggas got paid to die
get off bags so fast, sh*t, i know why n*ggas hate the guys
keep it real with me, in all honesty, sh*t, i hate to lie
say they don’t f*ck with me, but in the truth, sh*t, n*ggas can’t wait to ride
these young n*ggas be weak, that’s why i hang out with the older guys
b*tch asked, would i cheat? sh*t, the truth, b*tch, i can’t decide
[chorus]
securus cheap, how the f*ck you ain’t sent your doggy nothin’?
them bubbas cheap, how the f*ck you ain’t out here trappin’ nothin’?
them cutters cheap, how the f*ck you ain’t out here clappin’ nothin’?
pull up another beat, every time i drop a song, i’m gettin’ money
you ain’t gon’ clap sh*t, why the f*ck you n*ggas muggin’?
i live my life the right way, out here thuggin’ and i’m druggin’
patek gon’ shine the right way, all rose, sh*t bustin’
she offered to give me backrubs, sh*t, i know she want somethin’
[verse 2]
if i can’t sit my dog down and tell him the truth, i can’t hang around him
uh, whatever it come to, i’ll go load up and go bang ’bout him
just clap, when i see that n*gga, knock the f*ckin’ fame out him
ever since i lost my cousin, it ain’t been the same without him
uh, uh, it ain’t been the same
get a million cash, n*gga, i still wouldn’t even change
n*gga, i still won’t change the game
n*gga, i still won’t change for fame
still f*ck on my hoes the same
won’t get mad when i’m to blame
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