Help Me 2 Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

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[Intro: Real Boston Richey]
Yeah, it’s like these n!ggas got damn
They don’t be tricking on these b!tches for real, n!gga and I’on like that s*it bruh
I’on like that s*it at all bro
N!gga lame-o
(Known to let that Boston bought it MAC fly just like my n!gga Doe, bah)

[Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
Can you fu*k me?
Hollon’, baby can you help her?
If that’s your b!tch, you need to help her
Pay her bills, you need to help her

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
I’m tryna turn my lil’ ho up and put her on what I’m on
No more bros before my ho
Fu*k them n!ggas, I’m going back home
She be fu*king me good, she all up in my head like a chromosome
Every time I see my bae, put the d!ck in her face like a microphone
You so fine on FaceTime, sometime, bae I just wanna fu*k the phone
I be adding that money to Cash App, every time I hear you moan
Bet I caught me on, whenever I’m tricking, that’s just what I’m on
Read it or leave all the money up in your purse, when you wake I might be gone
You can’t hush me, I know you wanna fu*k me
Heard I got ’em M’s, I know these b!tches really think I’m ugly
I be putting it down, coming way too trim, aing none b!tch dusting me
These n!ggas hating on Richey Rich dawg, just because I pay for P
This s*it frustrating me, n!gga better spend that bag up on they brudda, before they pay for fees
You say that I’m “young and nah”, ok then b!tch wait for me
Hope you know I’ma call the rude lady up, lil’ b!tch if you play with me
Lil’ b!tch sick of me, just like lil’ wet b!tch send some Haitian tea

[Bridge: Tatiana Chanell]
You been gone too many days, boy don’t make me fu*k you up

[Verse 2: Real Boston Richey & Tatiana Chanell]
Soon as I get off the road

First thing I’ma do baby, is eat it up
She say “do you love me?”, but I know she don’t trust me
You can’t spoil your ol’ lady
She inhaled it down, that s*it disgust me

[Chorus: Real Boston Richey & Tatiana Chanell]
Can you fu*k me? (Yup)
Hollon’, baby can you help her?
If that’s your b!tch, you need to help her (Do you love me?)
Pay her bills, you need to help her (Brokie, uh)

[Verse 3: Real Boston Richey & Tatiana Chanell]
She aing play it right, turnt up my new b!tch ass been hating me
Your ex n!gga was a goofy
You pop out with me, bae you safe with m
et drunk then she tasting me, she eat it so gracefully
She said I’m out here thugging and living wild, ok then pray for me
Know I’m out here thugging
Her m*mmy and daddy don’t want her dating me
I need a crazy b!tch
If I fu*k up, then she macing me
I need a b!tch to key my car, let me know that you for real
Treat me just like I’m your (??), baby show me this s*it for real
Baby, I’m tired of fu*king up
Aing tryna cost you no more tears
I fu*k with you just like the opp’s sisters
Baby, you know I’m too sincere
Your ex n!gga was broke as fu*k, the s*it we having it over here
She too thick, it’s wagon Wednesday
She got ass like a Wagoneer
Played my baby, I’m slanging that iron just like I’m straight out Jacksonville
All my n!ggas trick for real
Yeah, we buy ass over here
You gotta stay down with me through thick and thin, s*it move fast over here
Why I’ma leave my b!tch for a messy ho?
That pu*sy trash for real
You say that’s my pu*sy (Yup)
You say that you love me (Yup)
You say that you ready to ride (Yup)
You gon’ bust that fye (Yup)
Cut off all my side b!tches, ’cause baby I want all you
If I’on want gon’ do right, I cut you off
I won’t even stall you

[Chorus: Real Boston Richey & Tatiana Chanell]
Can you fu*k me? (Yup)
Hollon’, baby can you help her?
If that’s your b!tch, you need to help her (Do you love me?)
Pay her bills, you need to help her (Brokie, uh)

[Post-Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
I’m tryna turn my lil’ ho up and put her on what I’m on
No more bros before my ho
Fu*k them n!ggas, I’m going back home
She be fu*king me good, she all up in my head like a chromosome
Every time I see my bae, put the d!ck in her face like a microphone
You so fine on FaceTime, sometime, bae I just wanna fu*k the phone
I be adding that money to Cash App, every time I hear you moan
Bet I caught me on, whenever I’m tricking, that’s just what I’m on
Read it or leave all the money up in your purse, when you wake I might be gone