Don′t get me started on being retarded Don't make me go off on being disappointed Don′t care if you drive slow in the fast lane. As long as you stay on top of your own game Get out of here, don't mess up my space You're crashing my party, hey, it′s my place Hey you, it′s my time to speak So shut up when you're talking to me Don′t get [Chorus] I can blow this shit, I can blow this shit in a minute Uh, I can blow this shit, nigga, I can buy a bitch a tennis I can blow this shit, nigga, I can blow this shit in a minute I can blow Ayy, don't turn me down, folks, turn me up Everybody know we gettin' skrilla Everybody know us where we from, this shit get realer If I put her in my song, tell me, do it mean I dick her? She don't know if she wanna fuck on me or go and fuck my niggas But I ain't trippin', do myself a favor, let my mans hit her How the fuck she gon' respect me? Add similar content to the end of the queue. Autoplay is on. Player bar
Real Boston Richey - EVERYBODY Lyrics | Musixmatch
'Cause I got 'bows in it You know I fuck with Herbo and them 'cause I got no limits My heart too froze, baby, that's why I be cold pimpin' My backdoor closed, baby, I ain't doin' no slippin' We'll I been layin' back, workin' on my sound (Mhm) I been layin' back, workin' on my sound (Ayy, mhm, ayy) Niggas say I'm pussy, go ask them niggas what I'm about (Ayy) Hundred round chopper come with Hahahaha (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe) Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain't more than a quarter I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' Real Boston Richey - Public Housing Lyrics and Tracklist | Genius. Public Housing. Real Boston Richey. Released August 26, Public Housing Tracklist. 1. Don't Get Me Started. by. Boston Richey. "Don't Get Me Started" lyrics and translations. Discover who has written this song. Find who are the producer and director of this music
Real Boston Richey – Neck of the Woods Lyrics | Genius Lyrics
Don't get me started real boston richey lyrics baby; Don't get me started real boston richey lyrics family; Maranatha Come Lord Jesus Come Lyrics. Quotable Lyrics: You won't come. Where we sorrow with quarrel and strife: Come to our families, as Heavenly Father and Holy Brother. Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name They do what I say so, Boston, he that fuckin' man Huh, give me Peso, bitch, I need a hundred bands Huh, the Bubba man, bitch, I'm the Bubba man I don't gotta make a song again, I'm gettin' them Bubbas in Huh, the Bubba man, nigga, I'm the Bubba man I don't love a bitch, but I got love for the Chinaman Bubba man, bitch, I'm the Bubba man [Verse 1] Yeah, ain't gotta ask, I know them niggas laid up. I call Ki like, "Get the package and go and weigh 'em up" I can't even fathom, you know how many Uh-uh Ayy, don′t turn me down, folks, turn me up. Everybody know we gettin' skrilla Everybody know us where we from, this shit get realer If I put her in my song, tell me, do it mean I dick her? She don′t know if she wanna fuck on me or go and fuck my niggas But I ain't trippin', do myself a favor, let my mans hit her How the fuck she gon [Chorus] I been trappin' all my life, I can't do no CPN Lil' bitch got them pliers gripper, only right I leave it in Lil' bitch make my legs crippled, it's only right you meet my friends Know that All bitches like to drive in black trucks, uh, uh. Uppin' up my price and ran my tax up, uh, uh. Fuck a nigga bitch 'cause I don't give a fuck. When I meet a rich bitch, don't give my pimpin' up