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"How You Coming" lyrics Real Boston Richey Lyrics "How You Coming"

Uh-uh-uh
Tell that boy that's that Public Housing shit
Every song I'm gon' talk 'bout gettin' money, man
You pushing payroll, get money, man

Oh, that's how you comin' now?
This trap house boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house
Don't touch these Ps over here, these bows right here, white-only pies
I save these shit bitch for my white boys, I keep the price up high
And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches be buggin' out
Them .45 bullets big as fuck, look like they juggernaut
Can't close the spot, we keep it trappin' even when it's hot
I see a nigga get some money, then I get a spot
Like, hold on, wait

How much them wrists again?
Niggas ain't dead, fuck it, go and spin again
'Fore I'm in my show, I'm at the spot tryna get them chickens in
I don't give a fuck, nigga, if you 9-12, I don't fuck with pigs
Fuck 'round and I do 'em way bad, I just put this dope up in yo' wig
Man, bring 'em in, take a risk, bitch, round up all these Benjamins
Bought a car last year, a whole nother nigga wrecked my shit
I'm stickin' with my nappy 'fro, I ain't tryna go and matte my wicks
They come and go, I'm rich, you can't even name a ho that I can't hit
All I do is pick, before you blink, that lil' bitch hit
Think I repent before I know that I'm doin' this shit again
We never got no Ms together, nigga, you ain't my twin
Can't do me in, got to know I'm the realest, this shit gon' get

Oh, that's how you comin' now?
This trap house boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house
Don't touch these Ps over here, these bows right here, white-only pies
I save these shit bitch for my white boys, I keep the price up high
And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches be buggin' out
Them .45 bullets big as fuck, look like they juggernaut
Can't close the spot, we keep it trappin' even when it's hot
I see a nigga get some money, then I get a spot
Like, hold on, wait (Mhm, uh)

No matter what I run up, need more cake (Uh-uh)
I'm sellin' D but ain't talkin' D'USEÉ (No, no)
I can't trust none of these niggas, they movin' flake (Uh-uh)
Yeah, they notice me, I'm pullin' up in they face (Uh)
That Mayback old as fuck, that bitch still owed a 8
Nigga, check the date, nigga, yo' timin' late (Uh-uh)
Check on yo' bitch, her period late, nigga
I'm runnin' from this, yo' problem, nigga, okay?