Testo Carti - Real Boston Richey
Testo della canzone Carti (Real Boston Richey), tratta dall'album Richey Rich
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe)
I'm like damn, baby girl, you thicker than a Snicker
Matter fact, I feel like you too thick for your nigga
You don't think I can handle that? Pull up, let me dick you
Oh, don't disrespect your nigga? Bitch, you still don't get the picture?
I told you I'm a dripper slash trapper slash rap nigga
Project bitch a real eater, I saved her number as "lap ripper"
Usain Bolt when I run it up, I done overlapped niggas
I'ma leave your ass on read, I see you like cap niggas
You can fuck Vert, Glizzy, Dank, I probably'll still hit you
Fuck 'round, jump in the DM, they say she eat it up like a dill pickle
Cool with poppin' a strong back or a rhino, I ain't poppin' no pills
I got bitches all on my line, lil' bitch, I ain't even got to deal with you (Uh, yeah, come on)
Snatch a bad bitch, we gon' go and get our nails done
I be havin' way more plays than the ladies doin' the mail run
That nigga you with, he ain't no hustler, nigga ain't even sell nothin'
She ain't treat me right, I'm gettin' out on her just like a bail bond
Mama used to whoop my ass 'cause my head hard
Seen a nigga try to be like Lil Richey and caught a cell charge
Over here we trappin' frrt, nigga, and we sell hard
Boston Stanley, I'll whoop a nigga ass 'bout bein' in my damn yard
I'm just tryna tell you, baby, I'm really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, shit, I'm livin' my life gnarly
She said she gon' ride for me, bitch, where's your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that's hardly
I just shitted on your nigga, baby, I'm so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, havin' my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I'm too fuckin' rich to go and buy a fuckin' Carti'
Cross 'em, Ja Morant, these niggas can't guard me
Bitch, shake your ass like your life dependent— hold on, hold on
Bitch, shake your ass like your life dependent on it (Uh)
Your nigga, he ain't richer than me, I put my pendant on it (Come on)
Every time I fuck a bitch, I put my pendant on her (Ayy)
She know I'ma blow it while a bitch dependent on me (Ayy)
We don't fuck with dog, that's why we be spinnin' homie (Uh)
I'm too fuckin' piped to pull up in a hemi, homie (Hold on)
Every time I pop out, bitch, I got the switchy on me
I'm just tryna tell you, baby, I'm really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, shit, I'm livin' my life gnarly
She said she gon' ride for me, bitch, where's your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that's hardly
I just shitted on your nigga, baby, I'm so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, havin' my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I'm too fuckin' rich to go and buy a fuckin' Carti'
Cross 'em, Ja Morant, these niggas can't guard me
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Writer(s): Paul Williams, Jalen Foster
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