Bring Dat P Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

Read the full Bring Dat P lyrics by Real Boston Richey along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Real Boston Richey’s music, you can also explore Carti and Please, two other songs by Real Boston Richey.

[Intro]
Damn, bae, I’m leaving a voice message again, it’s like 11 o’clock, man, damn
Man, I’m tired of fiending, like, man, what the fu*k? I don’t wanna beef no more, man
Bring it to me, please (Thtboistokes go crazy)

[Verse 1]
Slow it down ’cause I feel like we rushing
I take that back ’cause, girl, I’m tired of fussing
I’m tired of doing you bad, treating you like this s*it nothing
I’m tryna show you love and manners through all this lusting
How the fu*k them crackers pick my brother up for a button?
All these n!ggas ’round, somebody gotta tell us something

I take that back ’cause that s*it there ain’t even up for discussion
I’m putting my pain aside, let’s talk about you, bae, I’m crushing
I promise you let me eat it, you gon’ bust just like a Gusher
Have you spitting, brrt-brrt, like this K, it come from Russia
Promise to hold you tight when I’m in it, bae, I love you
Tuh, you won’t let me get it, you let my Earth burn like it’s Usher

[Chorus]
Mm, I’m like bring me that pu*sy
Why you acting hard? Bring me that pu*sy
What the fu*k you on? Need to bring me that pu*sy
I’m tired of playing, bring me that pu*sy
When I leave my job, you gotta bring me that pu*sy
When I leave the trap, gotta bring me that pu*sy
You say you done arguing, okay, bring me that pu*sy
When you leave with your friends, bring that pu*sy

[Verse 2]
Bae, I love hard, I’m an Aquarius
Your pu*sy good, two days in, baby, I’m ready to marry it
They play with you, they gon’ be releasing doves and pushing carriages
You know I’m full of love, girl, my mama a Sagitarius
Won’t take you for advantage, you love me, I’ma cherish it
You could trust me, I take your secrets, then I bury it
Don’t tell your friends what we going through ’cause they ain’t going through it

You wanna fu*k a n!gga to get back, then, girl, go’n do it
But I told I apologize for all that lying and wrongdoing
‘Cause it ain’t right, you always judge me for what the bros doing
N!ggas that used to be in my sister business until I got my room
‘Cause you don’t why they really fighting and what they be at home doing
Girl, you know my flaws inside, but to the streets, it ain’t known to ’em
So why every time we beef, you hit up Twitter and put ’em on to ’em?
When I slide, you think I cheat, you know I’m in the streets, you know my phone booming
Don’t act like rap n!ggas on top of me ’cause I’m my own shooter

[Chorus]
Mm, I’m like bring me that pu*sy
Why you acting hard? Bring me that pu*sy
What the fu*k you on? Need to bring me that pu*sy
I’m tired of playing, bring me that pu*sy
When I leave my job, you gotta bring me that pu*sy
When I leave the trap, gotta bring me that pu*sy
You say you done arguing, okay, bring me that pu*sy
When you leave with your friends, bring that pu*sy