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(Ayo, run that up, Rami) Huh, Rich Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow (PBell) I got this shit on the floor (Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell) Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don't like lil' homes Every day, got a brand new bitch, n***a, I'm tired of goin' home Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone" Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick, she don't turn me on Talkin' to the pussy, that freaky shit like I'm on the microphone I was out here pavin' a way when dog was out here swipin' phones You can't come to Ridge Road or South City, that's where them snipers roam And that's on my son, I was out here thuggin' with whitey-tightiеs on Love to fuck a nat-nat, but on my son, n***a, I can't wife a shone Only thing thеy askin' Boston, "Will your n***as take a life?" If that bag involved, shit, n***a, you damn right All this cash on me, tell me why the fuck I'ma stop at lights Bitch, I'ma fuck you good, but you know I ain't gon' do you right Catch an opp lackin', that's on my mama, we shoot shit on sight We was trappin' Bubbs when n***as ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe You either flyin' P's or you fuckin', that's how you get your flight Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain't got no type Fucked up when they let us get them switches, I ain't finna fight Frrt, hit the switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys Lil' bitch know that Boston really the shit like a porta-pot You know that I fuck every bitch I get, shit, I love them thots Why the fuck these n***as tryna steal my shit? I got them Trillers hot Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit, I don't know what it's 'bout N***a sayin' he got some smoke, fuck it, n***a, let's shoot it out N***a throwin' up, "Z's" in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties 'bout? We ain't bangin' Sex Money Murder, but, n***a, we at the shooter spot These lil' n***as ain't on gang, these lil' n***as, they goobered out Black truck the bitch, slidin' through, n***a, we Ubered out If that pussy smellin' just like flowers, I'll eat her out Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, shit, I'll bring 'em out If that bitch not postin' for a couple days, shit, Boston flew her out Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit, I need wooty out Catch me eatin' some oxtails, you know I'm at my cougar spot Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out Fucked her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out Every time we make a brand new hundred, we get a brand new spot Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, n***a, we pass 'em out Wake up, go and send a blitz, fuck it, I don't like lil' homes Every day, got a brand new bitch, n***a, I'm tired of goin' home (Ayo, run that up, Rami) Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone" Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on
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