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Florida A&M Football: Real Boston Richey VS Jason Aldean

Allow me to class up this thread.
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Whoops, auto correct got me, meant to post 'diss:

"Send A Blitz"

(Ayo, run that up Rami)
Huh, Richey
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow
(PBell)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)
Man, this shit on the floor

Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, **** it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tired of goin' home
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick, she don't turn me on
Talkin' to the pussy, that freaky shit like I'm on the microphone
I was out here pavin' a way when dog was out here swipin' phones
You can't come to Ridge Road or South City, that's where them snipers roam
And that's on my son, I was out here thuggin' with whitey-tighties on
Love to **** a nat-nat, but on my son, nigga, I can't wife a shone
Only thing they askin' Boston, "Will your niggas take life?"
Get that bag involved, shit, nigga, you damn right
All this cash on me, tell me, why the **** I'ma stop at lights?
Bitch, I'ma **** you good, but you know I ain't gon' do you right
Catch an opp lackin', that's on my mama, we shoot shit on sight
We was trappin' Bubbs when niggas ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe
You either flyin' P's or you ****in', that's how you get your flight
Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain't got no type
****ed up when they let us get them switches, I ain't finna fight
Frrt, hit that switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys
Real bitch know Boston really the shit like a porta-pot
You know that I **** every bitch I get, shit, I love them thots
Why the **** these niggas tryna steal my shit? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit, I don't know what that's 'bout
Niggas sayin' he got some smoke, **** it, nigga, let's shoot it out
Niggas throwin' up, "Z's" in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties 'bout?
We ain't bangin' Sex Money Murder, but, nigga, we at the shooter spot
These lil' niggas ain't on gang, these lil' niggas, they goobered out
Black truck the bitch, slidin' through, nigga, we Ubered out
If that pussy smellin' just like flowers, I'll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, shit, I'll bring 'em out
If that bitch not postin' for a couple days, shit, Boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit, I need wooty out
Catch me eatin' some oxtails, you know I'm at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out
****ed her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide
Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hundred, we get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, nigga, we pass 'em out

Wake up, go and send a blitz, **** it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tired of goin' home (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on
 
Whoops, auto correct got me, meant to post 'diss:

"Send A Blitz"

(Ayo, run that up Rami)
Huh, Richey
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow
(PBell)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)
Man, this shit on the floor

Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, **** it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tired of goin' home
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick, she don't turn me on
Talkin' to the pussy, that freaky shit like I'm on the microphone
I was out here pavin' a way when dog was out here swipin' phones
You can't come to Ridge Road or South City, that's where them snipers roam
And that's on my son, I was out here thuggin' with whitey-tighties on
Love to **** a nat-nat, but on my son, nigga, I can't wife a shone
Only thing they askin' Boston, "Will your niggas take life?"
Get that bag involved, shit, nigga, you damn right
All this cash on me, tell me, why the **** I'ma stop at lights?
Bitch, I'ma **** you good, but you know I ain't gon' do you right
Catch an opp lackin', that's on my mama, we shoot shit on sight
We was trappin' Bubbs when niggas ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe
You either flyin' P's or you ****in', that's how you get your flight
Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain't got no type
****ed up when they let us get them switches, I ain't finna fight
Frrt, hit that switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys
Real bitch know Boston really the shit like a porta-pot
You know that I **** every bitch I get, shit, I love them thots
Why the **** these niggas tryna steal my shit? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit, I don't know what that's 'bout
Niggas sayin' he got some smoke, **** it, nigga, let's shoot it out
Niggas throwin' up, "Z's" in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties 'bout?
We ain't bangin' Sex Money Murder, but, nigga, we at the shooter spot
These lil' niggas ain't on gang, these lil' niggas, they goobered out
Black truck the bitch, slidin' through, nigga, we Ubered out
If that pussy smellin' just like flowers, I'll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, shit, I'll bring 'em out
If that bitch not postin' for a couple days, shit, Boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit, I need wooty out
Catch me eatin' some oxtails, you know I'm at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out
****ed her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide
Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hundred, we get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, nigga, we pass 'em out

Wake up, go and send a blitz, **** it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tired of goin' home (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on
Lost me at “my windshield wipers on.”
🤷‍♂️
 
Remember when hip hop use to rhyme? Now it’s just repetitive.

“I don't like lil' homes” then followed up by “I'm tired of goin' home”

Then “like I'm on the microphone” then followed up by “was out here swipin' phones”

Then he ends a dozen lines at the end with “out” & “spot”. Mostly out. Using the same word to end the line isn’t a rhyme. It’s redundant.

Plus I bet this kid uses auto tune. Absolutely zero rhyme, flo sucks, and lyrics are poor and confusing at time… especially the line” Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick”. Dude, it sounds like “bitch” is pimping you out to suck dudes off!!! And maybe so. not judging I guess 🤷‍♂️


I would think a lot of us on this board grew up on hip-hop. A lot of us grew up with “ Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot” good rhyme that actually told a story that wasn’t just random word thrown together to make you sound like a Bad Ass. This is just embarrassing all around
 
It gets everyone now and again…usually prompts a lot of real thread corrections from the ‘umm’, most enlightened among us
If you dribble on autocorrect, it makes what you say worse than drivel.

Do think you learned a bastard homonym today.

Own up herky.
 
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If you dribble on autocorrect, it makes what you say worse than drivel.

Do think you learned a bastard homonym today.

Own up herky.
Yeah I saw that,wasn’t the first, won’t be the ladt. I don’t know how I saw this since I put you on ignore. Will try again
 
Taught with a dude that played FB there...he said "Yeah, no one came to watch us play, but we ****ed a lot of the cheerleaders and band geeks"
 
Yeah I saw that,wasn’t the first, won’t be the ladt. I don’t know how I saw this since I put you on ignore. Will try again
Hurt herky’s feelings.

Iowa Sucks. Dribble when they do.

Instead of ignoring me, which is fine, just ignore this board and play herky with your herkies.

They do not mind you dribble a little.
 
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Whoops, auto correct got me, meant to post 'diss:

"Send A Blitz"

(Ayo, run that up Rami)
Huh, Richey
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow
(PBell)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)
Man, this shit on the floor

Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, **** it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tired of goin' home
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick, she don't turn me on
Talkin' to the pussy, that freaky shit like I'm on the microphone
I was out here pavin' a way when dog was out here swipin' phones
You can't come to Ridge Road or South City, that's where them snipers roam
And that's on my son, I was out here thuggin' with whitey-tighties on
Love to **** a nat-nat, but on my son, nigga, I can't wife a shone
Only thing they askin' Boston, "Will your niggas take life?"
Get that bag involved, shit, nigga, you damn right
All this cash on me, tell me, why the **** I'ma stop at lights?
Bitch, I'ma **** you good, but you know I ain't gon' do you right
Catch an opp lackin', that's on my mama, we shoot shit on sight
We was trappin' Bubbs when niggas ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe
You either flyin' P's or you ****in', that's how you get your flight
Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain't got no type
****ed up when they let us get them switches, I ain't finna fight
Frrt, hit that switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys
Real bitch know Boston really the shit like a porta-pot
You know that I **** every bitch I get, shit, I love them thots
Why the **** these niggas tryna steal my shit? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit, I don't know what that's 'bout
Niggas sayin' he got some smoke, **** it, nigga, let's shoot it out
Niggas throwin' up, "Z's" in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties 'bout?
We ain't bangin' Sex Money Murder, but, nigga, we at the shooter spot
These lil' niggas ain't on gang, these lil' niggas, they goobered out
Black truck the bitch, slidin' through, nigga, we Ubered out
If that pussy smellin' just like flowers, I'll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, shit, I'll bring 'em out
If that bitch not postin' for a couple days, shit, Boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit, I need wooty out
Catch me eatin' some oxtails, you know I'm at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out
****ed her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide
Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hundred, we get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, nigga, we pass 'em out

Wake up, go and send a blitz, **** it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tired of goin' home (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on
Shakespearean prose....almost...
 
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Hurt herky’s feelings.

Iowa Sucks. Dribble when they do.

Instead of ignoring me, which is fine, just ignore this board and play herky with your herkies.

They do not mind you dribble a little.
Lmao.... spectrum saying he hurt people's feelings who put him on ignore. Also spectrum publicly saying he put people on ignore. Better dig in deeper to the obscure Alaska radio station. Haha..... What a weak fella
 
Whoops, auto correct got me, meant to post 'diss:

"Send A Blitz"

(Ayo, run that up Rami)
Huh, Richey
Huh, oh, this that old Boston flow
(PBell)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)
Man, this shit on the floor

Uh, wake up, go and send a blitz, **** it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tired of goin' home
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on

Bitch say she gon' pay me to suck that dick, she don't turn me on
Talkin' to the pussy, that freaky shit like I'm on the microphone
I was out here pavin' a way when dog was out here swipin' phones
You can't come to Ridge Road or South City, that's where them snipers roam
And that's on my son, I was out here thuggin' with whitey-tighties on
Love to **** a nat-nat, but on my son, nigga, I can't wife a shone
Only thing they askin' Boston, "Will your niggas take life?"
Get that bag involved, shit, nigga, you damn right
All this cash on me, tell me, why the **** I'ma stop at lights?
Bitch, I'ma **** you good, but you know I ain't gon' do you right
Catch an opp lackin', that's on my mama, we shoot shit on sight
We was trappin' Bubbs when niggas ain't have no Bubbs, that's why we pipe
You either flyin' P's or you ****in', that's how you get your flight
Bitch, I like a big old ass and titties, I ain't got no type
****ed up when they let us get them switches, I ain't finna fight
Frrt, hit that switchy like one more time, might knock down forty guys
Real bitch know Boston really the shit like a porta-pot
You know that I **** every bitch I get, shit, I love them thots
Why the **** these niggas tryna steal my shit? I got them Trillers hot
Heard an opp just died on IG Live, shit, I don't know what that's 'bout
Niggas sayin' he got some smoke, **** it, nigga, let's shoot it out
Niggas throwin' up, "Z's" in the middle of the road, say, what them zooties 'bout?
We ain't bangin' Sex Money Murder, but, nigga, we at the shooter spot
These lil' niggas ain't on gang, these lil' niggas, they goobered out
Black truck the bitch, slidin' through, nigga, we Ubered out
If that pussy smellin' just like flowers, I'll eat her out
Ever bring up Boston when it come to hoes, shit, I'll bring 'em out
If that bitch not postin' for a couple days, shit, Boston flew her out
Catch a bag, run it up for a rainy day, shit, I need wooty out
Catch me eatin' some oxtails, you know I'm at my cougar spot
Catch me in the trenches, on my side, I got my tooley out
****ed her from the back, way too much, I got her booty wide
Yeah, it's a closed casket, at his funeral, he had his noodle out
Every time we make a brand new hundred, we get a brand new spot
Every time I pop out in the trenches, I got a brand-new knot
Hit the hood, before we slide them blitzes, nigga, we pass 'em out

Wake up, go and send a blitz, **** it, I don't like lil' homes
Every day, got a brand new bitch, nigga, I'm tired of goin' home (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
Told that ho, "Don't speak on shit, bitch, you in the quiet zone"
Quick to swipe a bitch up out my mix, my windshield wipers on
Respectfully - I think this love song should be moved to the marriage thread.
 
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