Black Truck Lyrics – Real Boston Richey
Singer: Real Boston Richey
Title: Black Truck
Uh, uh, uh
You know?
All my b#tches be a reflection of me
I’m too turnt
How you gettin’ money, n#gg#? yo’ b#tches don’t even look good
Feel me?
Uh, uh
I sent the b#tch a black truck, got her slidin’ presidential
Project b#tch, i turn her up, she ain’t even got to have pateks
Tell her ex n#gg# to run it up, we f#ckin’ up at the continental
She want me to f#ck her good then blow a bag, that’s why i’m f#ckin’ with her
If she don’t f#ck me the first night, i’ma make her feel guilty
I gotta keep my pipe just in case they try to steal me
Wake up and give her pipe, ain’t arguin’ ’bout no stupid sh#t
I throw a l ’cause she show love and this b#tch too legit
It’s way too cold out here, i need a b#tch that’s super thick
It ain’t no love out here, can’t f#ck ’round with no stupid b#tch
Can’t show no love out here, i’m tired of goin’ through that sh#t
I need a b#tch to have some fun with, i ain’t new to this
Black truck the b#tch, talkin’ lamb’ truck the b#tch
She dancin’ on the tooly, i don’t gat f#ck the b#tch
We shoot a movie, i done from the back f#cked the b#tch
Make her go and get my name, n#gg#, i don’t tat-suck the b#tch
Uh, add up my wrist, n#gg#
Ran up seven figures, got ’em n#gg#s sayin’, “i wish, n#gg#”
Had a talk with myself, i know i played, don’t even diss n#gg#s
n#gg#s’ll kill you ’bout they girl
Had to tell ’em, “come get yo’ b#tch, n#gg#,” i played it like a rich n#gg#
I sent the b#tch a black truck, got her slidin’ presidential
Project b#tch, i turn her up, she ain’t even got to have pateks
Tell her ex n#gg# to run it up, we f#ckin’ up at the continental
She want me to f#ck her good then blow a bag, that’s why i’m f#ckin’ with her
If she don’t f#ck me the first night, i’ma make her feel guilty
I gotta keep my pipe just in case they try to steal me
Wake up and give her pipe, ain’t arguin’ ’bout no stupid sh#t
I throw a l ’cause she show love and this b#tch too legit
All b#tches like to drive in black trucks (uh-uh)
Uppin’ up my price and ran my tax up (uh-uh)
f#ck a n#gg# b#tch ’cause i don’t give a f#ck
When i meet a rich b#tch, don’t give my pimpin’ up (uh)
I go to jail, then, it’s f#ck it, i get my visits up
I got smoke with the whole city, i got the tension up
n#gg#s say they ridin’ with me, but n#gg#s b#tchin’ up
Now, his b#tch slidin’ with me ’cause she don’t get them digits up
I sent the b#tch a black truck, got her slidin’ presidential
Project b#tch, i turn her up, she ain’t even got to have pateks
Tell her ex n#gg# to run it up, we f#ckin’ up at the continental
She want me to f#ck her good then blow a bag, that’s why i’m f#ckin’ with her
If she don’t f#ck me the first night, i’ma make her feel guilty
I gotta keep my pipe just in case they try to steal me
Wake up and give her pipe, ain’t arguin’ ’bout no stupid sh#t
I throw a l ’cause she show love and this b#tch too legit
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