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rio da yung og, rmc mike & grindhard e – hate to leave كلمات اغاني

[intro: rmc mike]
(it’s a wayne beat)
b_tch

[verse 1: rmc mike]
this drank in my cup cost more than your mortgage
draco, that’s my bae, but i’m in love with shootin’ 40s
how the f_ck is you a pimp and you make love doin’ orgies?
i done took twelve shots in the club, now i’m h_rny
b_tch make that ass clap and throw it back ’cause i’m important
unc’ mad as h_ll ’cause i done took some packs out his order
used to sell it raw, but i done made some racks off the water
if my b_tch make it back with that pack, i won’t charge her
mclaren got three hundred on the dash, n_gga, what’s a hemi?
lil’ b_tch tried to make me mad, i done upped a fifty
made two hundred racks off spеakin’ facts [?]
it be a lot of p_ssy sh_t goin’ on around, but i love my city
flint town, 810 sh_t, we got choppеrs heavy
white boy done threw thirty pointers in the chocolate presi’
gen5 glock out the box came optic_ready
brain matter on the dashboard look like a pot of spaghetti

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
you could make fifty racks off an ounce of fetty
i just cut a n_gga drank with an ounce of petty
who tryna go to war with me? i think my chopper ready
ran out of drank and percocets, called doctor eric
b_tch, your baby daddy still can’t f_ck with me
everybody can get shot if it’s up to me
used to sell zips of hard, prayin’ i’d touch a b
now i might wake up tomorrow mornin’ and drop bumblebee
i got four thousand for a pint, who got morton grove?
you could f_ck my b_tch and [?] my sons, just don’t touch the stove
twenty_one hundred for a f_ckin’ coat
i been gettin’ so much money, what the f_ck is broke?
[verse 3: grindhard e]
quali’, morton, hi_tech, act’, and tris, i done drunk it all
i used to pour my lean up in pops, now i drink it raw
used to f_ck with the dog, now we f_ck with dogs
we don’t talk on the phone no more when it’s work involved
they pull me over, they gon’ have to come and search with the dogs
my b_tch stopped bringin’ her friends around ’cause i f_cked ’em all
my fiend went in debt, i told him he could come work it off
plr, fn, and glocks, we done shot ’em all
when i was f_ckin’ with the yay, used to leave it raw
bad b_tch cuban_puerto rican, i had to f_ck her raw
how the f_ck my n_gga get indicted? he never served a log
now he in the fed library learnin’ all the laws

[verse 4: rmc mike]
seven guns in this vehicle, please do not approach it
girly ass fake, but it move with a lot of motion
pmk kennels, [?] got gucci collar on her
she still let me f_ck after the club, threw a dollar on her
voss water washin’ down my percs, yeah, i’m bougie now
honey pack in a patrón bottle bring coochie out
fat n_gga, but i could still beat your b_tch doonies down
i’m quiet, too, watch me turn up when it’s juice around
d_mn, do that make me a fiend?
had to stop drinkin’ odell, that sh_t made me mean
rub my nut in my b_tch face like it’s maybelline
your drank cut, bro got some sh_t that’ll make it clean
[verse 5: rio da yung og]
fetty wap can turn a half an ounce to eighty g’s
cold_hearted n_gga, b_tch, my heart only eight degrees
whipped out an ar with monkey nuts and dropped eighty_three
silencer on the fn quieter than a baby sneeze
why your nose keep runnin’? you hit powder, don’t you?
was f_ckin’ hoes in the livin’ room ’til the couch was broken
head weak, you be suckin’ d_ck for two hours, don’t you?
oh, you a stripper? i’ll hit the day shift and shower on you
when granny take her t__th out, she give the best head
i got a fresh tray of ice cubes, i need some meth heads
f_ck some akorn, the glass hi_tech the best red
half of my opps in a wheelchair and the rest dead

[verse 6: grindhard e]
went on a l!ck, sh_t went bold, he got left for dead
my opps either d_e_a_d or on a deathbed
rap b_tch keep textin’ me, she got left on read
i heard you sleep on a blow_up mattress, you need a better bed
seen two or three of my people od, i stopped takin’ beans
watched a n_gga get k!lled over a sale, i stopped takin’ fiends
when a b_tch get around me, she just hate to leave
i heard you need a j_o_b, come rake my leaves

- rio da yung og rmc mike grindhard e

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