Real Boston Richey - Come Outside (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Real Boston Richey - Come Outside (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Yeah, uh
I'm like, yeah
Turn me up a lil' bit
Huh, uh, uh, frrrt
Boss nigga, took that trickin' shit
and turned it to my hobby, uh
Ain't been takin' no pictures,
everything I do, they copy
Bring them foreign whips through
them country towns, them
crackers tryna stop me
Ain't no fiend, but I go crazy
'bout that sloppy toppy
They play, I'm ready to knock a nigga
ass out like Holyfield about you
Had to tell her to slow it down, she
eatin' the lap up like hibachi
Only a bad bitch get to cryin',
I Emilio Pucci on her body
She fuck me good, I ain't got no exes
and I ain't got no other bodies
I'm like, damn, you fine, I'm tryna
turn you every way but loose
You bad, you bad, and you bad, how the
hell y'all gon' make mе choose?
He won't let you comе outside, bet
we gon' take a shot for you
But if one day, you come outside,
we gon' save a spot for you
Huh, tell your nigga it's lit,
put your phone on DND
He ain't on this shit, baby,
come outside with me
Bad bitch from out the country, I'm
from Florida, she think I'm Z
She say, "You talk slow and you
got perms like Yak and Koly P"
Now she in back of the truck
tryna get me to teach her
how to yell out, "Glee"
Now we drunk, we in that vibe, lookin'
for more liquor and more weed
Don't go back on your word,
you posted on Twitter, said
you was fuck-nigga free
I know he hate he played, now you
lit and y'all don't speak
I'm like where the party
at? We tryna go outside
He ain't bought no bottles for the
booth you in, baby, his ass fried
You want a nigga that fuck you good
and spend? Pull up to my spot
If you leave me, girl, my life
might end, you the baddest,
I'm puttin' aside my pride
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I'm so over bein' blue
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-
doo (Come on, come on, I'm
like come on, come on)
Cryin' over you
You bad, you bad, and you bad, how the
hell y'all gon' make me choose?
He won't let you come outside, bet
we gon' take a shot for you
She say, "You talk slow and you got
perms like Yak and Koly P," huh
I can't move my hips, but, baby, I'm
good with spendin' tips, huh
Bae, your pussy good, you can't
get mad if I do trips, huh
You a bad bitch, tell him to
up it and buy you a whip
I might kill you, I catch you cheatin',
bae, you better move it swift
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
I'm so over bein' blue (Answer me
on FaceTime, you asked me to FaceTime,
fuck wrong with you?)
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-
doo (I can't hear what
you said, what you said?)
Cryin' over you (Answer the
FaceTime, who is this?)
You asked me to FaceTime you
How the hell y'all got
my number, though?
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