Real Boston Richey Lyrics - Do Me Like That

Real Boston Richey - Do Me Like That

(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Uh, uh
Uh

Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain't never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin' sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I'm finna go catch a play, I'm comin' back, uh
Niggas keep dyin' out here every day, I can't relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh

I'm Mister Fly 'Em In to be exact
Make sure you got your head on right before you catch a hat
Ayy, I make my bed up every night right after I kiss a rack
Either way, they gotta see me like I got a face tat'
Then my main bitch complainin', shit, I swear, I hate that
Took my L's to the chin, manned up, I ate that
Leave the booth to catch a play, he just called for an eight pack
Niggas'll still slime you out even if y'all go way back
Uh, whip the dope like cake mix, I don't be on no fake shit
You would think we was at the round table, I'm passin' out all these plates, bitch
Why the fuck I'ma give you the world? You can't even make grits
I'll come to your funeral late 'fore you say your period late, bitch

Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain't never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin' sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I'm finna go catch a play, I'm comin' back, uh
Niggas keep dyin' out here every day, I can't relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh

Niggas be dyin' out here every day, I gotta stay on beat
I'm ridin' presi', I done blacked-on-blacked my whole fleet
My bitch a blessin', so when she come home, I'ma rub her feet
I pray that pussy shit don't never come and rub on me
She pray that money rub off on her, she tryna hug on me
She think I'ma spend them Benjis on her, she tryna love on me
If you ain't the baddest, Boston known to leave a bitch on E
She think I'ma treat her like my ex-bitch, bitch, we gon' see
Uh, ayy, these niggas know where we be and we trappin' C
Uh, I go back home and trap that D, my pockets ain't on E
His F a bitch, I was thuggin' by myself 'cause I'm a G
Uh, "L," stands for, "Love," I'm chasin' M's and pushin' P
Uh, gotta stay on Q, capitol R, I'm ready to shoot
Uh, know this shit get deep, the, "S," stand for, "Shit ain't sweet"
Know I'm dripped out to the T, I don't know 'bout you
Uh, and the "V," it stand for, "Villain," but I got private views
W, don't fuck with we, X you out, can't fuck with you
I ain't sleep, but I'm locked with the Z's, show a nigga what that flock'll do

Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain't never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin' sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I'm finna go catch a play, I'm comin' back, uh
Niggas keep dyin' out here every day, I can't relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh

Written by:
Jalen Foster

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