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red rum - real boston richey lyrics

[intro]
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)

[chorus]
uh, n*gga, you ain’t a k!ller, you ain’t never came through sprayin’ nothin’
say you slingin’ them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin’
how you say you can get a n*gga whacked and never paid nothin’?
my n*ggas’ll shoot a n*gga for me for free, these my day ones
don’t tell your friends you f*ckin’ on me if i had to pay somethin’
youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them dracs on
n*ggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
ain’t sh*t to commit a murder, it ain’t sh*t to pull a redrum

[verse 1]
seems like i be only fightin’ the thoughts that’s in my head, huh?
uh, seen so many unmarked cars right ‘fore the feds come
pull up and check a n*gga, they be like, “i ain’t said nothin'”
oh, i’m trippn’, i thought a lil’ broke*ass n*gga said somethin’
mmm, too many f*ckin’ bands, can’t keep my pants up
b*tches be lyin’ to me, sayin’, “boston richey handsome”
you leavin’ ’cause i’m cheatin’, stupid b*tch, that ain’t the answer
you f*ck me way too good, i gotta take you up for ransom
your youngins too p*ssy, mine swing that sh*t on camera
every chance i get, i f*ck her good, go and ask her
stripper b*tches love me ’cause i throw money on dancers
i ain’t cuffin’ hoes, my brother want her, then i pass her
[chorus]
uh, n*gga, you ain’t a k!ller, you ain’t never came through sprayin’ nothin’
say you slingin’ them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin’
how you say you can get a n*gga whacked and never paid nothin’?
my n*ggas’ll shoot a n*gga for me for free, these my day ones
don’t tell your friends you f*ckin’ on me if i had to pay somethin’
youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them dracs on
n*ggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
ain’t sh*t to commit a murder, it ain’t sh*t to pull a redrum

[verse 2]
b*tch, i’m a trapper*turned*rapper, do you dig me?
say that your man got more money that me, is you sh*ttin’ me?
forever trappin’ dope, forever shootin’ semis
it ain’t no cappin’, before this rap, n*gga, i had ten kis
this sh*t tax*free, n*gga, we livin’ rent*free
b*tch, you goin’ out sad, you f*ck a n*gga that drive a hemi
heard he tryna spoil you like i do, but he ain’t me
b*tch from ‘cross the water, but way in florida f*ckin’ a yankee

- real boston richey lyrics

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