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3zzy & rio da yung og - bitch made كلمات الأغنية

[intro: 3zzy & rmc mike]
b_tch (2raw)
like mike said, ho
b_tch

[verse 1: 3zzy]
if you ain’t gang up in this b_tch, then i ain’t tryna meet you
like biggie said, it was sardines and five_dollar pizzas
i was sellin’ dog, riskin’ it all, my b_tch recyclin’ visas
f_ck on halle berry, she introduced me to that mona lisa
y’all got chops, we do too, but y’all don’t got the breather
i was taught if you up, you gotta feed your people
hundred, ain’t n0body get left behind, all my n_ggas equal
with the chop, lil’ bro like drake, he got more hits than the beatles
statin’ facts about your brother, just know it was lethal
all that cappin’ on the ‘gram, but wouldn’t slide for your people
b_tch_made, i put that on my kids, wouldn’t slide for you either
trap on me, but i can easily drip in a snap or a breather
bring half of my n_ggas with me, other half releasin’
the sh_t i spit’ll give a n_gga chills, b_tch, i’m half a preacher
bro just scored on another eight and put half in a liter
raw wednesday through sunday, b_tch, i’m half a cheater
they say the dogfood so good, it’ll have ’em racin’ cheetahs
i can show the ropes to ray charles with that justin bieber
heard the feds still tappin’ lines, you better grab a beeper
they tried to indict us back in middle school for jumpin’ people
you can look if you want, if you touch, it’s lethal
one thing about me, in some streets, i’ll never call the people
we gon’ slide with them k’s or with a desert eagle
i’ll rob you for them ‘bows, i ain’t tryna meet you
[verse 2: rmc mike]
whack a n_gga broad day, ain’t no heart in me
one shot, i hit the bullseye, i know archery
baby, i don’t want no percocet, take this bar for me
i gave the fans sixteen bars, you bought a car for me
i made a k!lling off the soft, but it’s the hard for me
did an ep with one of my n_ggas, had to charge lil e
drinkin’ wockeisha every day, but i got par for cheap
five_seven knocked his chin off, made it hard to eat
41 rollie on my wrist, hutch did the bezel
he caught me sticking d_ck in her jaws, now his b_tch in trouble
i’m finna triple up off this bag, yeah, i mixed it double
you would never know the right play ’cause you missed the huddle
fifty piece on my first kit, i’m a hood legend
mike, when is you gon’ let me f_ck? that’s a good question
unc’ off addys, suckin’ b_tches’ toes, he got a foot fetish
just upped a hundred racks on my opps, now they look desperate

[interlude: rio da yung og]
alright
alright
alright
alright

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
upped a hundred racks on the ‘gram, now they look jealous
bought a fake pint of wockhardt, got the book separate
h_ll yeah, i’ma keep swipin’ ’til the hook catch it
stop postin’ five hundred dollar features, it make you look desperate
gucci coat thirty_two hundred, only wear it once
we the ones droppin’ all the bodies, they scared of us
mad at mike like, “why you go to hutch and f_ck your bezel up?”
was finna drop the skelly ap, but that’s an extra buck
ghetto boyz, b_tch, it’s in our blood, we make it look easy
hundred shots on one gun, it’s just me and 3zzy
pint of wockhardt in one pop, it was me and peezy
was really payin’ seventeen_five for bricks, i believed jeezy
i don’t want no 1942, i’m a lean drinker
even if he die off first shot, i’ma keep squeezin’
i’m tryna cut a whole brick up, i need a meat cleaver
dropped thirty, then mike dropped, it was repeated
[outro]
(2raw)
ghetto boyz sh_t, n_gga, you know what the f_ck goin’ on
rmc sh_t, n_gga, mcd sh_t
yeah, shout out my— alright

- 3zzy rio da yung og

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