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What They Did by Real Boston Richey album cover

What They Did

by Real Boston Richey

Lyrics
Mm
It's funny how he slimed me out, he say we'll slime forever
ShitShake, this a straight Crook beat, motherfucker)
They say it's a thot account, but I go buy my bitch whatever
Fuck buy her flowers, buy her diamonds, diamonds last forever

I ain't pickin' no faces, bitch, nigga play, I'm shootin' whoever
If my uncle go against this shit
That's on my mama, I'm bringin' pressure
I don't care about makin' a nut, fuck a bitch only for my pleasure
Why the fuck this bitch actin' like she
The prize? Bitch, you ain't no treasure
If you fuck with me, you do what I say, 'cause, bitch, you in my world
Rob a nigga, make him put his hands
In the air like a fuckin' Barbie girl

I ain't singin' to no bitch, who the fuck you think I am? Robert Earl?
I ain't braggin' up on no bitch, you say
You ain't fuckin', think I can't tell?
I ain't drivin' and takin' no risk
Send them bags right through the mail

Bitch, I'm bringin' cash money, won't
Catch me, I'll send the shit through Zelle
If I get caught with these bricks
That's on my mama, I'm gettin' the chair

I buy ass, I buy titties, and I even buy some hair

Way I pop out with these switchblades
Say that shit there ain't even fair
Broke her heart and still don't listen
Bitch, you know I don't even care
In the back of the car straight gettin' it, let me fuck her anywhere
She got some good-ass pussy, rockin' Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped off in a Moncler sweater
Bitch mad she can't get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor

Niggas braggin' 'bout that shit, what the fuck they did?
I just snatched a rapper bitch up eight ways like a fuckin' squid

Chop a brick up like karate
Ran it up so fast, they thinkin' I went and signed to Illuminati
Throwin' B's up, you'll never catch me slidin' in Maseratis
Bitch, I make that bubble music, but play with cocaine like I'm Gotti
You ain't gotta ask me to do a movie, you want it, nigga, I got it
Got my whole hood in control, nigga, just like I'm Shotti
Every time that shit went down, you
Ain't have to ask me, nigga, I shot it
Nigga be fallin' in love with these bitches, all these bitches body
I ain't movin' if I ain't gettin' profit

Way I pop out with these switchblades
Say that shit there ain't even fair
Broke her heart and still don't listen
Bitch, you know I don't even care
In the back of the car straight gettin' it, let me fuck her anywhere
She got some good-ass pussy, rockin' Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped off in a Moncler sweater
Bitch mad she can't get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor

Niggas braggin' 'bout that shit, what the fuck they did?
I just snatched a rapper bitch up eight ways like a fuckin' squid