Real Boston Richey – Paper Tags Lyrics

Lyrics Paper Tags – Real Boston Richey

I’m slidin’ Bentley coup, paper tag
She don’t work her a*s of, she ain’t get no ass
I’m with a ticker b**ch, she got more a*s, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast
I’m up in the ‘Vette, that must be drug abusers
All I hang ’round is drug users

Really came up out the slums too
Why you tote that gun, You know you ain’t gon’ use
N**gas go for anythin’, gettin’ bamboozled
Don’t know where I’d been if I weren’t makin’ music
But they know where I been, they just go check on Google
Don’t matter where I go, they know I’m keepin’ a tooly
Don’t matter where she go, she know I’ma run into her
Tired of givin’ n**gas game, n**gas treat me like a tutor

Call me Gary V, givin’ out too much game
No more outrunnin’ my check, that move bring me more pain
Remember me and dawg was spinnin’ up in that Mustang
Bust it down, Ps, we sellin’ the grams the Pat way
She gon’ come home with a sad face
Play with Boston, it’s gon’ be a bad day
One of my goals, dine, like on a runway
Thuggin’ n**gas street like goin’ on a blind date

I’m slidin’ Bentley coup, paper tag
She don’t work her a*s of, she ain’t get no ass
I’m with a ticker b**ch, she got more a*s, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast
I’m up in the ‘Vette, that must be drug abusers
All I hang ’round is drug users

Oh, here they come, must have the funds
Pushin’ through, we havin’ plenty guns
Standin’ on that business, we ain’t havin’ fun
‘Nother one, in the same coupe, that’s another one
Slidin’ Bentley coupe, jump in another one
They say the same b**ch you see here, that’s another one
F**k with them, we lockin’ in with them, then we stuck with them
F**kin’ b**ches, I ain’t never trustin’ them

Its gon be a bad day they piss me off
I’m doin’ fifty with bad b**ches on the .. game
Before that bag came, I swear, I was havin’ more litter days
I was f**kin’ the ho for the free, but now it’s like I got to pay
VVs havin’ clarity, thinkin’ to myself, like, Who the f**k wanna marry me
I’m out here sellin’ .., wherever that the trappers be
I got a be on beat, I know they out here plottin’ on me

Bust down, diamonds havin’ clarity
Tell me, why do they wanna .. the savage in me
However, you actin’ a friend
just please do it in the back of me
I’m tired gettin’ with friends
don’t know how them n**gas keep askin’ me
Say they got my back, but keep on stabbin’ on me
I ain’t even askin’ ’bout what happenin’ to me
And the B be in the back of the beat
Man, the back of the beat

I’m slidin’ Bentley coup, paper tag
She don’t work her a*s of, she ain’t get no ass
I’m with a ticker b**ch, she got more a*s, way more cash
High-class, get her Chanel bag, move too fast
Cracker hit the block, I spinned that, I move too fast
I’m up in the ‘Vette, that must be drug abusers
All I hang ’round is drug users

Ew, hold up
Hang around drug users
Hang around drug users
Hang around drug users
Ddot cold as a motherf**ker, on God…

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