🎧Real Boston Richey - Come Outside (So Sick) (Lyrics)
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🎧Lyrics: Real Boston Richey - Come Outside (So Sick)
Lyrics:
Yeah
Yeah, I’m there, Yeah
Tie me up a little bit before
After that trick and shit
it turned to my habit
And me taking old pictures
Everything I do like, I’m
a brand of far away from capital
animal crackers trying to stop me
Ain’t no feed when I go crazy about that
By the time
they are ready to knock on the heads
I like a holy feel about how to tell
To slow it down
for any lack of like a batch
And me taking old pictures
Everything I do like, I’m
a brand of far away from capital
animal crackers trying to stop me
Ain’t no feed when I go crazy about that
By the time
they are ready to knock on the heads
I like a holy feel about how to tell
To slow it down
for any lack of like a batch
Pull it back, get the crown
Millier put it on her body for
I mean, good I ain’t got no excuse me
Ain’t got no other body
I’m like, damn you fine
I’m trying to tell you anyway
If I lose you bad, you better in
you bad How the hell you gonna
Maybe he won’t let you come outside,
but we going to take a shot for you
over there
One day you come outside
Who’s going to say what’s
bad for you? Trying to
You put your phone in
the paint on this shit
Baby, come outside with me
That bitch from out of the country
I’m from Florida You think I’m
She said you can’t Lori You got her
I can only pay my
share back in the truck
Trying to get him to teach
her how to yell like me
Are we drunk?
We ain’t That right?
I’m on my way to work
you know, to say you were for free
I know you hate to play
my you in your speech
I’m like, what a party? Yeah
We trying to go outside
Ain’t by nobody we ain’t baby
That’s right You want to
pull up to my side You leave
me girl My like my in the bedroom
Promise I’m up I got to do I’m
so been
Cool, cool Right Come on
come on Crying on me
You I’m like damn you shine
I’m trying to turn you every way
but lose you bad, you bad, ain’t you bad
How they Hey, I got me the truth
He won’t let you come outside Babe
We going to take
a shot for you over there
One day you come outside
We’re going to say
You tell your Give me
Put your phone on candy cane on this shit
Baby, come outside with me
That bitch
from out the country, off from Florida
Take her busy She say you talk
story You got problems
I can call the people
I can’t with my baby on me with spirit
Tells me your pussy good
You can’t get mad if I know you are bad
You tell the I’ll be
By your word I’m
I kill you I can, you can be. You better
do you do I’m so over be
done to love
crying on me
You you know what to do
I tell you every night
So to be I can
how I got my number though