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Real Boston Richey

Not To Mention

 

Not To Mention

(album: Welcome To Bubba Land - 2023)


Huh, yeah
Uh-uh-uh
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Yeah, uh
Uh-huh-uh
Uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh
Ayy, ayy

Niggas in competition, but I know niggas be tripping (Mm)
I spent Three hundred K on my pendant
Two hundred K on what I'm whipping
And, no, he not to mention, hella bread up on my bitches
You know who did them killings, everybody over here got f— f—
Slap a bitch if she don't listen
Wake up, bitch, go clean my dishes
I'm too turned to rock them Dickies (Turned), nigga gon' rock Givenchys
Bitch, I'm too turned for them kisses, save it for that nigga that's with ya
Bitch, Lil Boston'll never hit ya
I'm that nigga that'll come and get ya
When your nigga kick you out, take you back up to my spot
Penthouse, top floor, this shit yo' nigga ain't even got
Before I was trapping Hubba Bubba, me and Ray was hitting the pot
Dirt road, trapping hard, tryna run up me a knot
I could do what I want
Hit the jeweller and buy me and bitch a tennis
I go do what they don't
Fuck a bitch then buy the bitch a pendant
Buy some shot they won't, niggas hating, but I keep on shitting
I ain't never miss no day in the trap, nigga, I got perfect attendance
Mm, trap out the store, lil' nigga, we winning
Swinging that pole, lil' nigga, I'm with it
Give me them bowls, and I'ma go gon' get it
Niggas be hoes, they count Fetty
You ain't my bro, nigga, I ain't friendly
Where the coat? Nigga, I'ma hit it
Fuck that bitch until I'm finished

I can blow this shit in a minute
I can blow this shit
I can blow this shit in a minute (Uh)
I can blow this shit, nigga, I can buy a bitch a tennis
I can blow this shit in a minute
I can blow this shit
I can blow this shit in a minute
I can blow this shit, I go and buy a bitch some titties

I can blow it like I made a dollar bill myself
I got my niggas with me, I ain't run this shit up by myself
It cost to drip like this, lil' nigga, you better watch yo' step
If you ain't from the Southside,fuck nigga, I don't need yo' help
The bitch ain't moving right, it's only right the bitch get left
Take my pain out on a bitch, she gotta feel all what I felt
If a bitch fuck on my brother, that's some shit I can't accept
But a bitch fuck on another nigga, that's something I can't accept
Check me out up in the city, Boston Richey having rep'
Bitch, I'm trapping everything, but I'm scared to trap that Meth
All these brooms we got over here, nigga play, you getting swept
Bitch, don't talk to Boston Richey, you got dick up on your breathe

I can blow this shit
I can blow this shit in a minute (Uh)
I can blow this shit, nigga, I can buy a bitch a tennis
I can blow this shit, nigga
I can blow this shit in a minute
I can blow this shit, I go and buy a bitch some titties

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