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Real Boston Richey

Win For Losin

 

Win For Losin

(album: Public Housing, Pt. 2 - 2023)


Hello
What up?
What y'all want to drink?
Whatever
We want water, all types of juices, whatever
And some Red Bull's too
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh

I can't win for losing
I fuck her good, but somehow we always be getting into it
Niggas be running from they problems
See, me, I run right to 'em
I treat this shit like a Nike check, I wake straight and do it
I show them young niggas how to get a check, they too influenced
I take they HiTec down right to the chest, I need some fluids
She say I had her at her best, but now her trust is ruined
Bitch, I been getting it before I met you, bitch, I been getting to it (Bitch, I'm being stupid, huh?)
Huh, huh, Marni linen, before I whip it, I go get it tinted
Hold on, bae, buckle up, I got that carbine with me
Fuck around and go buy me a Wagon just to barb his kiddie
I been up an M before this rap shit, niggas can't bargain with me
Now, who wan' argue with me?

I bought my first brick up in Houston, I ain't talking Bob and Whitney (Skrrt)
The same niggas tryna slime me out was out here clocking with me
Same niggas try to bog me out try double back and split me
Niggas, it competition
My niggas ain't fucking with me, I don't leave no fucking witness
Stay the fuck up out my business, ain't talking 'bout my witness
This bitch a three up in the face, but she got ass and titties
Nigga, I dare a nigga to play, kill 'em with this quickness (Skrrt)

I can't win for losing
I fuck her good, but somehow we always be getting into it
Niggas be running from they problems
See, me, I run right to 'em
I treat this shit like a Nike check, I wake up straight and do it
I show them young niggas how to get a check, they too influenced
I take they HiTec down right to the chest, I need some fluids
She say I had her at her best, but now her trust is ruined
Bitch, I been getting it before I met you, bitch, I been getting to it (Bitch, I'm being stupid, huh?)
Huh, huh, Marni linen, before I whip it, I go get it tinted
Hold on, bae, buckle up, I got that carbine with me
Fuck around and go buy me a Wagon just to barb his kiddie
I been up an M before this rap shit, niggas can't bargain with me
Now, who wan' argue with me?

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