Letra de Rich Facts - Real Boston Richey

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(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)

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On the real, nigga, I speak rich facts

My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts

You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that

Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back

Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack

I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my shit snatched

I got two bitches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit Kats

You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that

And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

But now I want my bitch back

I'm like, "Damn, I really miss her, damn, I really miss that"

I'm like, "Damn, I really played, how the fuck lil' B gon' fix that?"

Every time I went through pain, ran up me a big sack

Every time I went through pain, doubled back, got way litter

You with a country nigga in the city, that's why I got way slicker

On my side of town, nigga, we ain't buckin' fades, nigga

On my side of town, we put bitches in they place, nigga

If I ain't got no way, I'm gon' make a way, nigga

I know you'll play my face, I ain't had nowhere to stay, nigga

I tried to right my wrongs, but I see that I played with you

I'm niggas' pappy, all these niggas that I done made, nigga

I make her take down three shots, Dwyane Wade, nigga

Won't sweep the floor no more 'cause, bitch, you know I'm a made nigga

The same follows on the 'Gram, you know I'm way bigger

I hang with dirt divers, you know I'm with them gravediggers

I hope she know she gon' get it too, tryna be a gang member

All that ice you got and still can't eat, y'all lame niggas

The niggas I started with, I'm still comin' with the same niggas

Illegal turn, they tried to pull me 'cause I'm a lane switcher

I throw the ball, I call the plays, nigga, I'm the main pitcher

I put that nigga and his lil' dog up in the same Swisher

I told that nigga I love him and I'ma share that pain with him

He crossed me out, then I cropped him out that same picture

On the real, nigga, I speak rich facts

My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts

You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that

Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back

Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack

I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my shit snatched

I got two bitches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit Kats

You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that

And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

I got too many bitches, I don't know when I'ma quit 'em

Told her, "I'ma reserve myself," but you know I'm tryna stick her

Wanna see a rich-ass nigga? Look up in the mirror

You wanna see a bitch-ass nigga? Go look up in the mirror

Milk the game, nigga, but I ain't milkin' out no cereal

I just speak my mind, nigga, ain't worried 'bout bein' lyrical

Every nigga I seen go to jail, they went and bought a vehicle

I don't take her serious, everything they do, the bitch too typical

Move right 'cause these bullets that I shoot, these bitches invisible

Trap at night, but the place I'm trappin' at, this shit ain't little

How the fuck I sign for all them M's? This shit right here a miracle

Hmm, nah, for real, pop it

On the real, nigga, I speak rich facts

My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts

You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that

Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back

Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack

I go everywhere with my chain, ain't rare, but I get my shit snatched

I got two bitches, they stuck together, locked up like some Kit Kats

You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that

And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that

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