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lirik lagu real boston richey - new wave

[intro]
can we go back home?
go back to my place?
uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, hm
(d~mn, pablo)

[chorus]
yeah, can we go back home?
go back to my place?
new wave
n~gga, i’m drippin’ tax ’cause i’m the new age
ho, i’ll pipe you up, drip you up in saint [?]
but i don’t listen, b~tch, i only listen to what my funds say
this a porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
bring them wh0res through, b~tch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
i’m gonna avoid you, b~tch, you playin’ h~lla games like parlay
i’m tryna warn you, these youngins shoot whenever i say

[verse 1]
i’m forever out here trappin’ bags
ridin’ fast cars, n~gga, i’m out here livin’ fast
fell out with a couple n~ggas, these days, i’m kind of glad
cheated on a couple b~tches, some days, i want ’em back
’cause i done did ’em sad
she say that she hate broke b~tches, i’m like, “me too”
the type that play it rich, but you know them b~tches be see~through
the type that say, “i left my card at home,” yeah, we onto you
i done piped it up, only rich b~tches up in this booth
i done piped it up, now when i slide, it’s stars up in the roof
he got more than who? b~tch, a rich n~gga walked up in this room
teach you how to be around a rich n~gga, b~tch, cut that attitude
you could be my queen, never drip you in alexander, boo
i’ma be your king, type of n~gga stay down, boss you up
you know what i did, but on the ‘gram, bae, ain’t f~ckin’ up
you take lil’ b back one more time, bae, it won’t cost you nothin’
hitter done popped his top, now when he move, he move cautious, huh?
[chorus]
can we go back home?
go back to my place?
new wave
n~gga, i’m drippin’ tax ’cause i’m the new age
ho, i’ll pipe you up, drip you up in saint [?]
but i don’t listen, b~tch, i only listen to what my funds say
this a porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
bring them wh0res through, b~tch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
i’m gonna avoid you, b~tch, you playin’ h~lla games like parlay
i’m tryna warn you, these youngins shoot whenever i say

[verse 2]
uh, all them times it was hard, i ran it up alone
uh, every day i’m gone, my mama call my phone
uh, uh, all these cars i bought, i never got a loan
uh, uh, all these times we f~cked, we never got along
b~tch look like [?][2:07], okay, bring it on
none of these b~tches can’t even fool me, they can’t lead me on
i make you mad, then eat that p~ssy like filet mignon
bad b~tches support me, her n~gga hate my songs
uh, all these things in my head just like a chromosome
i learnt myself, i burnt my hand when i was home alone
n~ggas keep on dyin’, p~ssy b~tch, you better keep your chrome
slippers count, so when you move, be on point, ’cause slippers don’t
all this sh~t i did, i’ll never tell a n~gga some sh~t i won’t
i done seen a n~gga get his sh~t split, don’t ask me what i’m on
it’s late as f~ck, i’m tryna f~ck, don’t ask me what i’m on
try to run another milli’ up, you ask, “what boston on?”
a b~tch embarrassin’ me, still’ll wake up and probably call her phone
a b~tch went down on me, swear to god, i ain’t have to leave the phone
the feds tappin’ in, so when you want it, call my people phone
she put the police on me, that’s the only way i’ma leave her ‘lone
[chorus]
can we go back home?
go back to my place?
new wave
n~gga, i’m drippin’ tax ’cause i’m the new age
ho, i’ll pipe you up, drip you up in saint [?]
but i don’t listen, b~tch, i only listen to what my funds say
this a porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
bring them wh0res through, b~tch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
i’m gonna avoid you, b~tch, you playin’ h~lla games like parlay
i’m tryna warn you, these youngins shoot whenever i say

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