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lirik lagu neck of the woods – real boston richey

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[intro]
uh, uh, i can’t—
go, woah, oh
woah, woah (pbell)
woah, woah, bring that now
uh, uh

[chorus]
i been trappin’ all my life, i can’t do no cpn
lil’ b*tch got them pliers gripper, only right i leave it in
lil’ b*tch make my legs crippled, it’s only right you meet my friends
know that p*ssy good if i act like, “ooh,” when i stick it in
in my neck of the woods, we out here trappin’ bubbas and blue fin
f*cked the b*tch on a monday, tuesday i was movin’ in
told that b*tch she better spit, i’ll go use some lubricant
stupid b*tch, she tryna milk me, told the b*tch i ain’t got no wig

[verse]
see your opp out anywhere, better hit him up in his sh*t
if you ever get a chance, you better f*ck a n*gga b*tch
if you ever gеt a chance, you better takе a n*gga sh*t
if you ain’t never shot you a bl!ck, you better go swing you a stick
i don’t know, i don’t think none of these p*ssy n*ggas ain’t sh*t
sh*t, my lifestyle was more litter when i was trappin’ up in the bricks
back when everybody had a glizzy, ain’t n0body have a switch
back when the hoes wasn’t f*ckin’ for the money, d*mn, that sh*t was lit
pipe her up, take her to joseph, buy a chain, pop her sh*t
b*tch, i eat at finga l!cking, i don’t eat at fish and chips
take her home, get peter rolled, talkin’ rollie*poled the b*tch
all these n*ggas got white diamonds, had to rose*gold my wrist
had to range rove’ my b*tch
new ice up on the way, i had to frozone that b*tch
my youngins’ll sell your body, he go lost soul with the stick
know how to touch her body, i go dj on the cl*t
i go turntables on her, hit that err, then make her spit
if i ain’t in the studio, n*gga, i’m thuggin’ up in the trench
if that b*tch keep breakin’ up with me, that mean that sh*t ain’t meant
i could lead you to the water, but b*tch, i can’t thirst your quench
these b*tches ain’t good for sh*t
[chorus]
i been trappin’ all my life, i can’t do no cpn
lil’ b*tch got them pliers gripper, only right i leave it in
lil’ b*tch make my legs crippled, it’s only right you meet my friends
know that p*ssy good if i act like, “ooh,” when i stick it in
in my neck of the woods, we out here trappin’ bubbas and blue fin
f*cked the b*tch on a monday, tuesday i was movin’ in
told that b*tch she better spit, i’ll go use some lubricant
stupid b*tch, she tryna milk me, told the b*tch i ain’t got no wig

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