lirik lagu real boston richey - cocoa butter
[intro]
woah
blow the, uh
uh
blow the whistle, uh, uh, blow the whistle, uh
blow the whistle
listen up
[verse 1]
i’ma tell you one time and one time only
you f~ck a broke n~gga, huh, i’ma pass on it
you say you got a big old ass that’s super soft, then show me
they throw my music on, these b~tches gon’ shake more ass than jam pony
i’m like what you gon’ do if a rich~ass n~gga want you?
don’t forget ’bout none of them days that n~gga left you sad and lonely
i’ll pop a pill, then f~ck her fast, then throw some racks up on it
you can’t hit my main page, but i’ll put the spam on you
i f~ck her good, make her bust like back to back, the rounds up on her
i’m on top of her doin’ the crybaby, i done threw a tantrum on it
i’m a proud trick, i ain’t shamin’ sh~t, bae, this my testimony
guard your heart like teflon, f~ck ’round and threw a vest up on it
now take your right hand and put it on your knees
i f~ck her good for sure, i’m gettin’ her door keys
only thing i’m runnin’ from is police
every time you move that ass, i throw a bill on each cheek
[chorus]
how you claim you a bad b~tch if you f~ckin’ a known buster?
iron sharpen iron, b~tch, you need to be f~ckin’ a hustler
that n~gga you f~ckin’ a lame, come f~ck on a n~gga with structure
you a bad b~tch, i’m on your body like cocoa b~tter
i’m tellin’ you, girl, you f~ck me good, i’m hittin’ it without a rubber
if i ask you do you love me? you better not stutter
you ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
i’m dyin’ ’bout that baby, that’s word to my mother
[verse 2]
mhm, pop out the cut with a, with a big old cutter
i’m too clean to be fightin’ these n~ggas, i don’t tussle
i’m like you too fine to be treatin’ that d~ck like it’s gizzard
the way you be eatin’ me down, only right i tell my n~ggas
i’m like that ain’t no diddy, ah, that ain’t no h0m~
every time i see a bad b~tch, i jump in go mode
every time i pop out in the city, they takin’ photos
i feel like rollin’, baby, blow it right up throw your blowhole
n~ggas be hollerin’ they rich junkies, your ass a custo
every time they see a n~gga get burned down, they say stop the gun smoke
i know my lil’ b~tch out here f~ckin’, i still won’t drop the blunt, though
every time i’m in a~town, my b~tch treat me like hunxho
[chorus]
how you claim you a bad b~tch if you f~ckin’ a known buster?
iron sharpen iron, b~tch, you need to be f~ckin’ a hustler
that n~gga you f~ckin’ a lame, come f~ck on a n~gga with structure
you a bad b~tch, i’m on your body like cocoa b~tter
i’m tellin’ you, girl, you f~ck me good, i’m hittin’ it without a rubber
if i ask you do you love me? you better not stutter
you ever do me wrong, hmm, your ass in trouble
i’m dyin’ ’bout that baby, that’s word to my mother
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