Bullseye - Real boston Richey
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Bullseye - Real boston Richey Lyrics


Bup, bup, bup, bup!
I been always with this shit...
(Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on god)

Bubba chain a hunnid thousand
Ran it up in public housing
Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey
Fuck with me, don't fuck without me
Hula hoop ass nigga got slimed out for tryna go around me
Know I get a nigga ass touched right now
Ain't gotta be around him
Booted up, I don't take no med
I be on that drink instead
Fuck 'round on that Strong Back
Doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback
I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead
Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig
Fuck his bitch, I love to see it
I been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did
All my ex hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'em out my midst
Ion't even be tryna connect hoes, with this motion shit
Know the po-lice stayin' next door, still gettin' them bubba's in
Hoe you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' shit
Can't afford the real
We pullin' through, all dirty sticks
Cookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a Curry wrist
Gotta keep it kosher
Can't do too much, these fuck niggas a snitch

Servin' crystal falls, just like the haves and the have not
All that fuckin' wood and oxy get ya ass sloured out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend
Pop his ass and call it bullseye
Servin' crystal falls, just like the haves and the have not
All that fuckin' wood and oxy get ya ass sloured out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend
Pop his ass and call it bullseye

No matter where I'm at, I'm always lookin' through my third eye
Young turnt nigga, she say that what she need up in her life
I don't gotta rush
I do this shit, I take my time
Ain't fuckin' with these hoes, they ain't my type, they half a dime
Put them niggas in a line, we gon' knock 'em all down
You a never catch me slippin', that how that last nigga died
You know I'm made for this shit, you could see it in my eyes
Ready to cross a nigga out, we ain't never making ties (ddot cold as a motherfucker, on god)
Real hitter, trap nigga and a bad bitch getter
If I hit the yard, I'm runnin' round tryna stab niggas
But I came too far, I can't even go back nigga
Know we slimed 'em out, come and get yo lick back nigga



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