Music Video

Real Boston Richey - Help Me 2 (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Boston Richey
Real Boston Richey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Taheen Foster
Jalen Taheen Foster
Songwriter
Paul Williams
Paul Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Macfly Beatz
Macfly Beatz
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Raheem "MixedbyHeem" Miller
Raheem "MixedbyHeem" Miller
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, it's like these niggas, goddamn They don't be trickin' on these bitches for real Nigga, and I don't like that shit, bro I don't like that shit at all, bro Nigga a lame-o (known to let that) Boston bought it (MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, bah) Can you fuck me? Hold on, baby, can you help her? Uh If that's your bitch, you need to help her, uh Pay her bills, you need to help her, uh I'm tryna turn my lil' ho up and put her on what I'm on No more bros before my ho, fuck them niggas, I'm goin' back home She be fuckin' me good, she all up in my head like a chromosome Every time I see my bae, put the dick in her face like a microphone You so fine on FaceTime, sometimes, bae, I just wanna fuck the phone I be addin' that money to Cash App every time I hear you moan Let her call me on whenever I'm trickin', 'cause that's just what I'm on Beat it up, leave the money up in your purse When you wake, I might be gone You can't hush me, I know you wanna fuck me Heard I got 'em M's, I know these bitches really think I'm ugly I be puttin' it down, comin' way too trim, ain't none bitch dustin' me These niggas hatin' on Richey Rich, dog, just because I pay for P This shit frustratin' me Nigga better spend that bag up on they brother before they pay for fees You say that I'm young and all, okay, bitch, then wait for me Hope you know I'ma call the woo lady up, lil' bitch, if you play with me Lil' bitch sick of me, just like Lil Wet, bitch, send some Haitian tea You been gone too many days, boy, don't make me fuck you up As soon as I get off the road, the 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 old lady, she held it down, that shit disgust me Can you fuck me? (Yup) Hold on, baby, can you help her? Uh If that's your bitch, you need to help her, uh (do you love me?) Pay her bills, you need to help her (brokey), uh She ain't play it right, turnt up my new bitch, ex be hatin' me Your ex-nigga was a goofy, you pop out with me, bae, you safe with me Get drunk, then she tastin' me, she eat it so gracefully She say I'm out here thuggin' and livin' wild, okay, then pray for me Know I'm out here thuggin', her mom and daddy don't want her datin' me I need a crazy bitch, if I fuck up, then she macing me I need a bitch to key my car, let me know that you for real Treat me just like I'm your opps, baby, show me this shit real Baby, I'm tired of fuckin' up, ain't tryna cause you no more tears I fuck with you like the opps sisters, baby, you know I'm too sincere Your ex-nigga was broke as fuck, that shit, we havin' it over here She too thick, it's wagon Wednesday, she got ass like a Wagoneer Play with my baby, I'm slangin' that iron Just like I'm straight outta Jacksonville All my niggas trick for real, yeah, we buy ass over here You gotta stay down with me through thick and thin Shit move fast over here Why I'ma leave my bitch for a messy ho? That pussy trash for real You say that's my pussy (yup), you say that you love me (yup) You say you ready to ride (yup), you gon' bust that fire (yup) Cut off all my side bitches 'cause, baby, I want all you If I wasn't gon' do right, I'd cut you off, I wouldn't even stall you Can you fuck me? (Yup) Hold on, baby, can you help her? Uh If that's your bitch, you need to help her, uh (do you love me?) Pay her bills, you need to help her (brokey), uh I'm tryna turn my lil' ho up and put her on what I'm on No more bros before my ho, fuck them niggas, I'm goin' back home She be fuckin' me good, she all up in my head like a chromosome Every time I see my bae, put the dick in her face like a microphone You so fine on FaceTime, sometimes, bae, I just wanna fuck the phone I be addin' that money to Cash App every time I hear you moan Let her call me on whenever I'm trickin', 'cause that's just what I'm on Beat it up, leave the money up in your purse When you wake, I might be gone
Writer(s): Paul L. Williams Jr., Jalen T. Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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