Paroles de la chanson The Type par Real Boston Richey

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Paroles de la chanson The Type par Real Boston Richey

[Real Boston Richey]
Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Turn me up, P
Uh, tired of niggas stealin' my flow
Uh
Uh

[Real Boston Richey]
Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade
I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played
Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay

[Real Boston Richey]
You the type, your bitch fuck another nigga, you gon' kill the bitch
I'm the type, go back to the drawin' board, nigga, and build a bitch
I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit
Forgot 'bout a bitch, my new bitch came through, ate it up and wiggled it
Natural bitch, ain't got no BBL, but that shit jigglin'
Nigga, you broke as fuck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin'
Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish
Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish shit
I'm a dog-ass nigga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen
Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin'
Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes
Bitch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', bitch, I'ma thug it with you
Rich nigga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity
Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity
Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me
Keep a couple shooters 'round for them niggas that's after me
Bitch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't fuck, then we ain't done
We ain't fuck, you gettin' nothin', bitch, you know that I'm the one
Leave an ugly bitch on read, buy a bad bitch a purse
Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse
Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older niggas Percs
Lil' bitch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work
Lil' bitch, I'm a trap nigga
I told you once before, don't try me like no rap nigga

[Real Boston Richey]
Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade
I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played
Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay

[YTB Fatt]
Uh
I'm the type to send a fuckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae
Nigga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states
I'm my own man, it's how I made a fuckin' M in two hundred days
I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey
Send you flowers and eat your pussy, rocks in my mouth cost 50K
Niggas don't wanna do shit 'cause the next niggas, man, these niggas gay
Niggas don't know how it feel to book a fuckin' jet to make a play
Niggas don't know how it feel to get niggas' shit splat 'cross the wall, on Zay
Four, five, six, seven hundred, nigga, that's in the safe
These niggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe
The cheese I got, I can get you killed, nigga, it don't matter the state
Been did switches on bitches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate

[Real Boston Richey]
Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade
I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played
Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay

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