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lirik lagu real boston richey - story

[intro]
f~ck, d~mn
man, that sh~t seemed real
i just had a crazy~ass dream, sh~t crazy, i’ma tell you about it, though
(keem, you wrong for that one), uh

[verse]
let me tell you ’bout this b~tch i met, b~tch sweet like a peppermint
body, she on coke bottle, d~mn, this b~tch here heaven~sent
found the b~tch on ig, dm’d her like, “who you f~ckin’ with?”
she replied, “n0body,” i’m like, “can we go on us a date and sh~t?”
she replied like, “okay, cool,” i’m like d~mn, she with it, with it
now it’s time to get my sh~t cleaned up, ain’t have one in a minute
8 p.m. thе link~up time, almost time to go get litty
shе done sent the addy to her crib, this b~tch stay in the city
now she got me second guessin’, over there, that sh~t get wicked
should i drive to the b~tch or let the lil’ b~tch come and get me?
i was contemplatin’ should i take a risk ridin’ with the switchy?
i don’t want the b~tch get my lo’ and i don’t wanna have to ride back with it
crackers sn~tchin’ sh~t off the stroll, i ain’t tryna go get no sentence
f~ck it, i can’t die tonight, i gotta ride with one of my glizzys
f~ck it, i go pick her up
walk outside lookin’ like megan thee stallion, this b~tch here thick as f~ck
waist on skinny, petite, real pretty, titties sittin’ up
and she got her lips done, lookin’ like she want the d~ck to suck
if she give me that vibe tonight, i swear to god i’ma finish her
but, nah, let me handle up
she ain’t never f~cked with no boss n~gga, so me, i’ma send her up
she thought we was slidin’ barber truck, bae, this a bentley truck
tryna flex on all her friends with the phone, but they ain’t pickin’ up
made a right on sunny isles
crackers’ll take your ass to jail so, bae, i gotta slow it down
told her to play “i want you” by boston richey, she bust out in smiles
sure won’t buy you tory burch, you f~ck me good, might bust you down
baby gotta hold it down
pull up to the restaurant
smokin’ big blunts, told her don’t be shy, i see the best in her
walk with confidence, you got a rich n~gga standin’ next to you
can’t be stuntin’ these b~tches, they’ll troll you and get the best of you
now an hour passed by, we done pulled off from the spot we eatin’
she keep textin’ on her phone, i see it say, “where we meetin’?”
real player, i play it smooth, i don’t say what i be peepin’
i think she don’t peep the vibe, she done bust out, “did you see me?”
i say, “what you was talkin’ ’bout?” she like, “boston, what you mean?”
she say, “i mean, my friend tryna come, you who we tryna please”
is i’m thinkin’ way too hard or this sh~t here really easy?
hope that paper make her go, hope this b~tch don’t try to tease me
f~ck it, i’ma take it down, go’n and send your friend the lo’
perfect timing, i need some rubbers and we passin’ by the store
you know how i f~ck around, buy a strong back on the low
take it back, i’m drinkin’ a red bull while walkin’ out the door
walk out, who the f~ck this is?
this b~tch thicker than the b~tch i got in the car, this b~tch like twerk at liv
this b~tch look funny as f~ck, this b~tch got too many clothes on, what it is?
they say they gon’ take me down and turn me up, i’m all ears
i mean, i ain’t got four legs, but i’ma show a b~tch what a dog is
i’m wreckin’ sh~t, but these b~tches don’t even know i don’t play on a ball field, huh
okay, we walk up in the room, b~tches strippin’ off the vert
one rubbin’ my back, the other one grabbin’ my d~ck like, “oh yeah, this sh~t merch”
she like, “you can f~ck me hard, go in deep, that sh~t don’t hurt”
before i do that, y’all gotta eat it up, b~tch, you know what boston worth?
okay, now both done dropped the head
lookin’ up to the sky like i gotta tell my n~ggas that’s in the feds
one look like the old trina, one black as f~ck with curls in her head
bouncin’ on that d~ck, she screamin’, rock your world up in this bed
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m goin’ out sad, she got me curlin’ up under the head
one of ’em wouldn’t get all the way undressed
b~tch tryna work her move on me, say, “i suck the d~ck while i’m fresh”
you would think it’s halloween, this b~tch done popped out with a vest
d~mn, i think i need some rest, i’m prayin’ i stay blessed
crackers done rushed up in my room, jumpin’ up like, “what the f~ck?”
they wavin’ guns, sh~t, i can’t really see, i think i’m gettin’ stuck
it’s so much smoke, lights flashin’, sh~t, i’m thinkin’ should i go buck?
i grab my sh~t just to jump out the window, the crackers say, “i’ll wet you up”
what the f~ck is goin’ on? how the f~ck this sh~t went up?
why the f~ck y’all got me handcuffed? why y’all goin’ through all my stuff?
he like, “mr. foster, calm down, we’ve been watchin’ you for ten months”
i’m kinda agitated, but i ain’t trippin’, i know this n~gga smell like he smoke blunts
“i’ve tried that flavor for a while, sir, you smell exactly just like runtz”
look around the room, only n~gga talkin’ is one person, the rest ain’t sayin’ nothin’
he ain’t read me my miranda rights or search me down or doin’ nothin’
he totin’ a hi~point, i’m thinkin’ in my head like, “this sh~t here a front”
okay, now i’m finna work my move
they ain’t search me down, he don’t know in my left pocket, i got a tool
they don’t i’m cool with the pistol, sw~ng that b~tch like tom cruise
b~tch i sn~tched up first lookin’ at me, givin’ me the eye like, “don’t work your move”
gave her the eye back like, “this sh~t i’m finna do, them p~ssies can’t even do”

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