I Want You Lyrics – Real Boston Richey
Singer: Real Boston Richey
Title: I Want You
Uh, what you want?
Like, what you want?
(This a Kashflow production)
Uh, what you want?
Uh
(Run it back Playboi)
We need beams and Yerc’, you scared to turn it up and go to church
I ain’t bougie, I’ll take some bubba plate just for a verse
I just sport a whole ‘nother n#gg# b#tch, like his and hers
Before I ever bought a four, my mind was set on gettin’ a ‘Vert
Ol’ cappin’ #ss n#gg#, stop buyin’ that girl Tory Burch
Say you ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
Got that girl all out of seas while you ain’t Gucci her
f#ck ’round, kill that ho, [?], now, she say her coochie hurt
I don’t be rollin’ with none of these hoes, I swear to God, I’m just a flirt
When them boys come in, we get ’em gone, we handle business first
Told my girl it’s her world, but, she still walkin’ on my Earth
Told that b#tch I ain’t her n#gg#, she can pick whatever purse
Got to know that I’m that n#gg#, you can tell just by my shirt
Before I got some racks, ain’t have no life, I was posted on the curb
Try to make a [?]
Only thing a n#gg# done want is a bird
Sippin’ heavy syrup, that why when I talk my words slur
We need beams and Yerc’, you scared to turn it up and go to church
I ain’t bougie, I’ll take some bubba plate just for a verse
I just sport a whole ‘nother n#gg# b#tch, like his and hers
Before I ever bought a four, my mind was set on gettin’ a ‘Vert
Ol’ cappin’ #ss n#gg#, stop buyin’ that girl Tory Burch
Say you ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
Got that girl all out of seas while you ain’t Gucci her
f#ck ’round, kill that ho, [?], now, she say her coochie hurt (Pluto, pluto)
Ol’ cappin’ #ss n#gg#, you ain’t never been on no [?]
Buy one rappin’, I be trappin’, sellin’ dope, still puttin’ on ice
Got my Prada mask on, f#ckin’ yo’ b#tch
Free Pooh Shiesty (Slatt)
Drippin’ Gucci on my ho
Splashin’ Pucci on my wife
n#gg#s gettin’ they nose wiped
I’m in the club with two pipes
I been takin’ drugs, look like a plug, high as a kite
They gon’ charge a n#gg# for manslaughter just for how I be dressin’ (Pluto)
Had to f#ck this n#gg# b#tch, owe me money, think he finescin’
And, I know my dawg ain’t no ho, they go hell when they stretch him
I’m a boss and that’s for sure, put my main b#tch in Bugatti
A bougie b#tch, I’ma a street n#gg#
Treet her like she nothin’
Makin’ movies n#gg#, makin’ money, ring like a [?]
We need beams and Yerc’, you scared to turn it up and go to church
I ain’t bougie, I’ll take some bubba plate just for a verse
I just sport a whole ‘nother n#gg# b#tch, like his and hers
Before I ever bought a four, my mind was set on gettin’ a ‘Vert
Ol’ cappin’ #ss n#gg#, stop buyin’ that girl Tory Burch
Say you ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
Got that girl all out of seas while you ain’t Gucci her
f#ck ’round, kill that ho, [?], now, she say her coochie hurt
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