Real Boston Richey Songs and Lyrics - Page 2

Braggin’ Rights Lyrics By Real Boston Richey They want braggin’ rights, so, I don’t need no help I keep my game tight, I stand down, run it up by myself

Do Me Like That Lyrics By Real Boston Richey Why you wanna thug me like that Why you wanna do me like that Why you tryna fuck me like that

Battery Pack Lyrics By Real Boston Richey Treat me a bitch, yeah, like cat in a hat Jump out the whip, with the scrap in the bag Charged up like

Goin’ Back Home Lyrics By Real Boston Richey Hun, I got drip, I got drip, fella I got drip, fella, I got bitch hair P4, bitch hair, uh I’m tired

Keep on Gettin It Lyrics By Real Boston Richey Uh, turn me up, P Uh, Richey Uh, uh, uh (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe,

Red Rum Lyrics By Real Boston Richey Nigga, you ain’t a killer, you ain’t never came through sprayin’ nothin’, Say you slinkin’ a Pilsner when you came through broad day,

Cheap Lyrics By Real Boston Richey Andre Run It Up Secure it cheap, how the fuck you ain’t sent your dog and that? Them bubbles cheap, how the fuck you

Beat the Odds Lyrics By Real Boston Richey You know all the jokes don’t be on them, they be ready to laugh I ain’t gotta kill a nigga, I know

Bubba Man Lyrics By Real Boston Richey Can’t say I’m the man, bitch, I’m the Bubba Man I don’t love a bitch, I only got love for the China Man

Black Truck Lyrics – Real Boston Richey Uh, uh, uh You know? All my bitches be a reflection of me I’m too turnt How you gettin’ money, nigga? Your bitches

5 Star Lyrics – Real Boston Richey I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five star restaurant, order me and her some soup Don’t matter how thick

Paper Tags Lyrics – Real Boston Richey Oh, uh Mm-mm Time for a new environment, new craft (Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God) I’m slidin’ Bentley coup, paper tag

First Time Lyrics – Real Boston Richey Frrt, frrt (Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God) Bitch, nigga, I done sat my way, nigga Turned my way, nigga Fuckin’ hoes

On Site Lyrics – Real Boston Richey Runnin’ through a light If she do it right (ha), I might buy her ice Yeah, nigga, Richey Rich, nigga Prince of Bub’,

I Want You Lyrics – Real Boston Richey & Future Uh, what you want? Like, what you want? (This a Kashflow production) Uh, like what you want? Uh (Run it

Keep Dissing 2 Lyrics by Real Boston Richey feat. Lil Durk Let’s go, let’s go Man, pack that ship up man, we gotta get up out this bitch I’ll blow