Paroles de la chanson Hiccup par Real Boston Richey
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Paroles de la chanson Hiccup par Real Boston Richey
Uh, let's go back to back with it
Uh (DamnPablo)
You ever posted up at the store just to get your licks up?
Lil' youngin slangin' iron now, he used to be scared to flip somethin'
A bad bitch talkin' bad to me? She gon' pick her lip up
She done fumbled Boston Richey, the bitch done had a hiccup
When I drop my son off, I'm goin' to pick some bricks up
Tryna sneak pictures off on finsta, tryna get her flicks up
Told my youngin to chill, lucky his lil' ass got picked up
Uh (DamnPablo)
You ever posted up at the store just to get your licks up?
Lil' youngin slangin' iron now, he used to be scared to flip somethin'
A bad bitch talkin' bad to me? She gon' pick her lip up
She done fumbled Boston Richey, the bitch done had a hiccup
When I drop my son off, I'm goin' to pick some bricks up
Tryna sneak pictures off on finsta, tryna get her flicks up
Told my youngin to chill, lucky his lil' ass got picked up
Bitch ungrateful, I cut it off, now the bitch can't get none
Oh, lil' thug-ass lil' nigga
You still hatin', poor-ass nigga, go get your funds up, lil' nigga
You on the block and you ain't trappin', you a bug-ass lil' nigga
Forever pistol packin', I'ma bust me a lil' nigga, I ain't tusslin' with you niggas
I'ma pull it out and let it blow
Pussy nigga tweetin', up on the 'Gram like his ass want some smoke
I already fucked his bitch, I don't even know what to do no more
All these bitches up in my phone, I swear I don't even want no more
All these bitches gone
Oh, lil' thug-ass lil' nigga
You still hatin', poor-ass nigga, go get your funds up, lil' nigga
You on the block and you ain't trappin', you a bug-ass lil' nigga
Forever pistol packin', I'ma bust me a lil' nigga, I ain't tusslin' with you niggas
I'ma pull it out and let it blow
Pussy nigga tweetin', up on the 'Gram like his ass want some smoke
I already fucked his bitch, I don't even know what to do no more
All these bitches up in my phone, I swear I don't even want no more
All these bitches gone
Stopped answerin' my phone, I'm still on the road
Seen my son in two months, I see him just up on my phone
Huh, but just know that we on, I gotta keep a chrome
What's 'round my neck, these niggas want, it cost more than a dome
We been broke up three days
Since the day we broke up, I done got me three baes
Bae, I'm out here trappin' bricks just like Filipe
I ain't the only nigga with it, bitch, we paid
You ever posted up at the store just to get your licks up?
Lil' youngin slangin' iron now, he used to be scared to flip somethin'
Seen my son in two months, I see him just up on my phone
Huh, but just know that we on, I gotta keep a chrome
What's 'round my neck, these niggas want, it cost more than a dome
We been broke up three days
Since the day we broke up, I done got me three baes
Bae, I'm out here trappin' bricks just like Filipe
I ain't the only nigga with it, bitch, we paid
You ever posted up at the store just to get your licks up?
Lil' youngin slangin' iron now, he used to be scared to flip somethin'
A bad bitch talkin' bad to me? She gon' pick her lip up
She done fumbled Boston Richey, the bitch done had a hiccup
When I drop my son off, I'm goin' to pick some bricks up
Tryna sneak pictures off on finsta, tryna get her flicks up
Told my youngin to chill, lucky his lil' ass got picked up
Bitch ungrateful, I cut it off, now the bitch can't get none
She done fumbled Boston Richey, the bitch done had a hiccup
When I drop my son off, I'm goin' to pick some bricks up
Tryna sneak pictures off on finsta, tryna get her flicks up
Told my youngin to chill, lucky his lil' ass got picked up
Bitch ungrateful, I cut it off, now the bitch can't get none
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