Real Boston Richey

Ain't Enough
Uh, yeah I'm high right now, I'm so fired down What's that called though? Nigga, what's that called though? What's that called? (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe) Uh, what Cool, nigga, I don't do too much (Mm) Two bitches ain't enough, the fuck? Uh, a hundred chickens ain't enough for us, uh I don't think them niggas can fuck with us Just go in front and move 'cause niggas ain't gon' wait for us How I'm fuckin' on another nigga bitch, I guess that he ain't gave enough Ever since that Cali' rapper been gone, you niggas done gave up We trappin' out the Bando, nigga, Friday done made us Bruh, I'm trappin' hard, ballin' hard just like the Lakers Lil' ho mader that a bitch, want me to baby her (Uh) I'm chasin' all my Ms, so, I need me a Ava I need a bitch that hold the trap down just like Anastasia Yeah, I need a bitch gon' hold the block down If I get these papers I broke her heart, but, she be passin' all the money I gave her I hate a bitch that worry me and end up makin' my days tough Five tracks in the same year, I swear, this shit ain't made up She tryin' to leave me now, I sear to God, I don't blame her Letras de cancionesI just rolled up one, five switches up in the Blazer I swear to God, this bitch fuck on my dawg I still date her This shit like trappin' packs, man, we gon' fuck a new flavor Haha, oh, you really thought I'll save her I'm in another nigga 'hood and ain't got my chain tucked I'll knock a big dawg off, you think I'ma get my rank up You ain't got to say no more, I'm goin' back, I'ma get my banger Cool, nigga, I don't do too much (Mm) Two bitches ain't enough, the fuck? Uh, a hundred chickens ain't enough for us, uh I don't think them niggas can fuck with us Just go in front and move 'cause niggas ain't gon' wait for us How I'm fuckin' on another nigga bitch, I guess that he ain't gave enough Ever since that Cali' rapper been gone, you niggas done gave up We trappin' out the Bando, nigga, Friday done made us You dumb as fuck, don't let that dope dry on them paper towels That's yo' bitch, you know I'm fuckin' two, so, that lil' bitch, that ours I'm just in and out, I don't even fuck that lil' bitch for a hour I had to lead that lil' bitch in, with her attitude too sour She sucked two dicks today, I had to go out and get a lil' bitch her flowers These hoes surroundin' me, they tryna treat me just like Austin Powers Niggas servin' gas, I know this shit we got right here way louder It seemed like yesterday I was trappin' on 74th sellin' some powder Cool, nigga, I don't do too much (Mm) Two bitches ain't enough, the fuck? Uh, a hundred chickens ain't enough for us, uh I don't think them niggas can fuck with us Just go in front and move 'cause niggas ain't gon' wait for us How I'm fuckin' on another nigga bitch, I guess that he ain't gave enough Ever since that Cali' rapper been gone, you niggas done gave up We trappin' out the Bando, nigga, Friday done made us From Letras Mania