Testo Battery Pack - Real Boston Richey
Testo della canzone Battery Pack (Real Boston Richey), tratta dall'album Welcome To Bubba Land
Woah
Shh, woah
Uh, woah
Uh, yeah
Woah, woah
Uh, uh
Yeah
Trick me a bitch just like Cat in the Hat
Jump out the whip with the strap in the bag
Charged up like I got a battery pack
Play with your life, put a pole on your ass
Play with that life, send some shots and some more
Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done trolled
Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done told
Fuckin' on your friend, I'm like, "How did you know?"
If rap don't work, put the trap in a choke
But this shit gon' work, I already know
Clean a nigga up, used to serve him some soap
Mama was mad, I was servin' the dope
Mama tried to tell me, "Keep prayin', keep hope"
Tryna tell me, "Gotta go to sleep," he woke
Who gon' pay the bills when they sayin' we owe?
I gotta hit the block, gotta sell O's
I don't wanna go back to servin', uh
I don't wanna go back to public housing
Fuckin' his bitch, nigga, that's ours
Fuckin' my bitch, that lil' bitch is ours
You can't fuck my ho, I just be clownin'
I got them M's, go ask my accountant
Stickin' it in, woo, I'm drownin'
Fuck her for ten minutes, can't do an hour
Fuck both my bitches and don't take a shower
It's that time of month, so we fuck on the towel
First you get money and then get the power
Fuck on her good, her lil' body start sproutin'
You got them hoes, it's like fifty and counting
Ain't hit my peak, but I'm top of the mountain
Way too big, make the hoes reroute it
The most I'ma pay for some pussy is a thousand
You lost your ho, you know I found her
She keep talkin' back, you know I'ma ground her
I'm trappin' that fish, ain't talkin' flounder
Beat a nigga ass like Ronda Rousey
Whoop a nigga ass like Roy Jones Jr
Lose that nigga, baby girl, he a loser
Trick me a bitch just like Cat in the Hat
Jump out the whip with the strap in the bag
Charged up like I got a battery pack
Play with your life, put a pole on your ass
Play with that life, send some shots and some more
Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done trolled
Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done told
Fuckin' on your friend, I'm like, "How did you know?"
If rap don't work, put the trap in a choke
But this shit gon' work, I already know
Clean a nigga up, used to serve him some soap
Mama was mad, I was servin' the dope
Mama tried to tell me, "Keep prayin', keep hope"
Tryna tell me, "Gotta go to sleep," he woke
Who gon' pay the bills when they sayin' we owe?
I gotta hit the block, gotta sell O's
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Writer(s): Rai Shaun Devante Williams, Jalen Foster, Brian Christopher Roke
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