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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Boston Richey
Real Boston Richey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Macfly Beatz
Macfly Beatz
Composer
Real Boston Richey
Real Boston Richey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Macfly Beatz
Macfly Beatz
Producer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

At this point, it's like I'm beggin' Shit, if I gotta fight for love, then, shit It's like I don't even, I don't even want it (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bah) Help me Baby, can you help me? Baby, can you help me? Baby, can you help me? I'm tryna get my life together, leave these hoes alone Pray to God I can leave the streets, this thuggin' shit gettin' more than old Baby, please don't leave, but every day, her heart get more than cold I'm tired of pipin' these bitches up, on top of shit like provolone I'm tryna run my digits up, at the same time, watch what them crackers on Bitch, I call, you ain't pickin' up, what the fuck these hoes be on? I just went bought 14 acres, used to stay up in the mobile homes Need a bad bitch with low body count to put my focus on Nigga, he tried to end my career, truth be told, I don't fuck with holmes So many bad bitches up in here, which one of them I'm takin' home? Bitch, I'm ballin' on all these niggas, same court that the Lakers on I'm more wealthy than all these niggas, baby girl, my paper long Do you love me? Do you trust me? Say you got my back, but it's that paper got you wanna fuck me Can I keep it real for a second, baby? Would you judge me? I can't lie, I ain't been the same ever since them niggas stuck me That shit corrupt me I'ma get that get-back even if I get life, trust me 'Til the end, nigga, I'm kicked back in the cut poppin' up on bubbly Look your nigga in the eyes and tell him I say he can't fuck with me If I take her to my house, stick it in, that lil' bitch stuck with me Lil' bitch playin' mind games, tryna trick my mindframe You block me, bitch, I won't call you back, I promise it's just a mind thing In that Hellcat, hit the gas, you hear that whine, ain't it? Upped a hundred pack, I'm talkin' way before I got signed, baby Why I ain't got no hit song yet? 'Cause I guess it ain't my time yet Promise to stay down with this shit until my eyes go blind, yeah Told you, bitch, I'm done with all that cheatin', stop that cryin', yeah Same shit I said the last time, but I ain't done yet Fuckin' another bitch, I told you I'm out here gettin' mon', yeah Told you I'm on the way, but I'm still fuckin', bitch, I ain't cum yet Bought you another whip, but you just speak on what I ain't done yet Yeah, I cheated on you, but you were the realest bitch, I love that Do you love me? Do you trust me? Say you got my back, but it's that paper got you wanna fuck me Can I keep it real for a second, baby? Would you judge me? I can't lie, I ain't been the same ever since them niggas stuck me That shit corrupt me I'ma get that get-back even if I get life, trust me 'Til the end, nigga, I'm kicked back in the cut poppin' up on bubbly Look your nigga in the eyes and tell him I say he can't fuck with me If I take her to my house, stick it in, that lil' bitch stuck with me
Writer(s): Jalen T. Foster, Paul Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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