One Hit Wonder Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

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[Intro]
N!gga fu*k my b!tch, I’ma fu*k his
Duh, huh, n!gga, this s*it what it is
I’m outside, n!gga, I put that on my kids
Matter fact, I need a babysitter, please come quick (Wop, wop, wop, wop)

[Chorus]
B!tch told me I’m a one-hit wonder
I’m blind to all this bulls*it, I don’t see like Stevie Wonder
I’m having tunnel vision, baby, I ain’t tryna fumble
I’m letting these n!ggas drop, but I’ma take over after summer
Real trench n!gga, I pull up, fu*k a runner without a condom

Cool-ass n!gga, I’ll pop out in the heat with an LV b0mber
Big old blicky under my shirt, this b!tch here louder than some thunder
I need a trap b!tch that get the work and drive it just like Shonda

[Verse]
You know how many cookies I done whipped up, put in my pocket and they crumbled?
You know how many losses I done tooken tryna stack it, tryna bubble?
You know how many blocks I done bent? Catching plays, burning rubber
So what the fu*k I look like fronting a broke-ass n!gga some mar!juana?
Don’t try me, I’m crazier than that n!gga that came out of Donda
Fu*k a Benz truck, I— gang pull up in H2 Hummers
I don’t give a fu*k, in my hood, got more stain than Osama
These n!ggas ain’t getting no money, two thirteen, I was buying bundles
You ain’t talking ’bout no money, I ain’t even tryna conversate
Auntie called me the other day, said, “Baby, put them guns away”
Auntie, what the fu*k I look like letting a n!gga turn me to a play?
The real big three, got an FN, .38 and a fu*king Drac’
This summer, fu*k a stripper, we throwing money on them Starlet’s bartenders
Try me like a simp, I go put the whole bark in her
Dressing like I’m emo, Who Decides War dark denim
Get s*it cranking like a spark plug how we spark n!ggas
Who got more than us? Tell them n!ggas we’ll go to war with ’em
He ain’t bought you a car or a chain, he’s a poor n!gga
This s*it up, this s*it here ain’t on the floor, n!gga
We’ll cancel you, I heard you chicken tender ’bout them wh*res, n!gga

N!gga fu*k my b!tch, I’ma fu*k his
Duh, huh, n!gga, this s*it what it is
I’m outside, n!gga, I put that on my kids
Matter fact, I need a babysitter, please come quick
Know I’m tryna get outside, where the motion at?
He a sweet lick, put them killers on him, scoping that
Stingy-ass n!gga, you need to quit him, ain’t no hope in that
For the ho, a lil’ Benz, went and put my ho in that

[Chorus]
B!tch told me I’m a one-hit wonder
I’m blind to all this bulls*it, I don’t see like Stevie Wonder
I’m having tunnel vision, baby, I ain’t tryna fumble
I’m letting these n!ggas drop, but I’ma take over after summer
Real trench n!gga, I pull up, fu*k a runner without a condom
Cool-ass n!gga, I’ll pop out in the heat with an LV b0mber
Big old blicky under my shirt, this b!tch here louder than some thunder
I need a trap b!tch that get the work and drive it just like Shonda

[Outro]
You know how many cookies I done whipped up, put in my pocket and they crumbled?
You know how many losses I done tooken tryna stack it, tryna bubble?
You know how many blocks I done bent? Catching plays, burning rubber
So what the fu*k I look like fronting a broke-ass n!gga some mar!juana?