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no peace - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
i’ma just— (ayo, v1z, you f*ckin’ crazy)
hold on
the f*ck? what up? with who? who? for real?
alright, say no more

[chorus]
hey, hey, they just say a rap n*gga dissed me
before that, he wanted a feature, p*ssy n*gga, ain’t sh*t free
i ball on n*ggas, i’m too elite, i can’t go ot
i was on some tricky sh*t, they done f*cked ’round and brought out the old me
n*gga, i don’t never be speakin’ on sh*t, but ain’t nan’ one of these n*ggas ho me
n*gga, i wave red flags, i don’t wave no white flags, i don’t want no peace
heard i got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
what the f*ck you think i’ma do to a n*gga that don’t even know me?

[verse 1]
hoo*hoo*hoo*hoo, you p*ssies did it
n*gga, i’m simply made for bad b*tches, why these n*ggas be on my d*ck?
f*ck ’round, pop me a n*gga, no diddy, n*gga, i’m the first lil’ kid that did
we them f*ckin’ young n*ggas, don’t send sh*t up without no switches
you a p*ssy*ass lyin’ b*tch, see me slidin’ in a two*tone, n*gga, that’s my sh*t
r*t*rded*ass lil’ n*gga, you don’t even look like you f*ckin’ on fine sh*t
i’ll probably give her a fifteen*ball just to f*ck on a dime b*tch
for bodies, i’ma give out twenty*five hundred, them youngins’ll go try to slime sh*t
hoo*hoo*hoo*hoo, why the f*ck y’all get me started?
n*gga, my whole f*ckin’ hood know i’m heartless
n*gga, they tryna sell out on me, make me tarnished
hey, get low, them youngins i’m with, them youngins shoot up parties, woo
i got m’s like i’m meek milly
and i f*ck with meek, but a n*gga that diss me can’t even make it out the city
i’m a real big blood, go and ask, i’m a main billy
i ain’t never whacked a n*gga? what the f*ck you on, n*gga, is you silly?
[chorus]
hey, hey, they just say a rap n*gga dissed me
before that, he wanted a feature, p*ssy n*gga, ain’t sh*t free
i ball on n*ggas, i’m too elite, i can’t go ot
i was on some tricky sh*t, they done f*cked ’round and brought out the old me
n*gga, i don’t never be speakin’ on sh*t, but ain’t nan’ one of these n*ggas ho me
n*gga, i wave red flags, i don’t wave no white flags, i don’t want no peace
heard i got him whacked when he joced me, still called him broski
what the f*ck you think i’ma do to a n*gga that don’t even know me?

[verse 2]
juries*talkin’*ass n*gga, spanish*walkin’*ass n*gga
a n*gga act like my ex*b*tch, pull them panties out your ass, n*gga
come to the yams tryna vacay, f*ck ’round, send them gravediggers
i don’t even stunt you broke*ass, whack*ass n*ggas, i’m out here paid with it
n*ggas cap ’bout catchin’ me slippin’, who? n*gga, i’m stayin’ with it
i be talkin’ ’bout all them m’s ’cause, b*tch, i’m g and stayin’ litty
pop out by myself
whole world done see me go through what i went through, n*gga, i ain’t need no help
treat a skinny*ass n*gga like i’m daddy, n*gga, go get my belt

[interlude]
ayy, n*gga, i ain’t gon’ lie, n*gga
i ain’t take this sh*t, none of this sh*t personal, n*gga
ayy, n*gga, i stayed quiet when you n*ggas dissed me, n*gga
i just been buildin’ this sh*t up, n*gga, f*ck a n*gga
i’m out here with it, n*gga
you dig?
[verse 3]
kickin’ sh*t just like jiu*jitsu
got your chain sn*tched two times, f*ck that drill rapper too
i got country k!llers, these cornbread*eatin’*ass n*ggas, they whackin’ too
these n*ggas i hang with still on facebook, they don’t got no ig moves
and these n*ggas ain’t even go to school
yes, these n*ggas, they know to shoot
rowdy rebel, rowdy who?
i don’t even know who the f*ck is fool
all these p*ssy*ass n*ggas food
all these rap n*ggas pickin’ sides
my whole city pull homicides
boston richey too bonafide
when i hit my city, b*tch, i’m outside
these n*ggas can’t even go outside
last n*gga played, you know he died
i don’t even do this rappin’ sh*t
i’m ready to let that window down
talk like that ’cause i’m a real f*ckin’ florida n*gga
i got goyard bags by the ten, real bag h**rder, n*gga
check these diamonds up in my mouth cost way more than a quarter, n*gga
and i know a n*gga gon’ get punched in it, when i’m out, record a n*gga
how many hats you bought? n*gga, i ain’t trippin’, i can afford a n*gga
f*ck a rap n*gga, get your chain took when you in florida, n*gga
on god, think twice before you n*ggas diss boston
real sh*t popper, ask ’em how sh*t crossed ’em
we’ll take the si, n*gga can’t speak ’cause the bl!ck called him
fake*ass trappin’ n*gga, go and ask him how much the brick cost him
[outro]
i’m a real street n*gga
real trick n*gga, lotta money, n*gga, i be sh*t talkin’
yeah, n*gga
i don’t, ayy, yeah, n*gga, that’s how this sh*t go, n*gga, you dig me?
don’t diss me

- real boston richey lyrics

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