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rio da yung og - big ben كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(elijah)
yeah
yeah
(f_ck the fire, we got grease)

[verse]
give me two weeks, i can run an m up
give me three weeks, i can run another m up
that’s five weeks, that’s two m’s
twenty shots, chased a n_gga down, they had two tens
i’m with fill, i can go digital and spend two m’s
i ran in repeat and bought some rick pants
kb on the corner side, that’s my big man
he playin’ big man
he sittin’ on the bench, he the sixth man
i came straight home from prison, bought a big crib
i wonder how her head feel ’cause her lips big
b_tch got a flat ass, but her hips beg
this b_tch dramatic, she start trippin’ when i put the tip in
bеfore i let the switch off, i put thе clip in
pinky ring cost ninety grand, call me big ben
earrings six carats, that’s two hundred grand
the escalade v was two hundred grand
the lam’ truck i bought was two hundred grand
add that sh_t up, i’m ten hundreds in, n_gga
that’s a million cash
they ran up on the car and they did him bad
i took a f_ckin’ bar and couldn’t remember math
f_ck around and paid too much money for a pint of act’
swear to god, but my drank man so real, he’ll buy it back
made my first hundred racks, i ain’t know how to act
who got some blue m_boxes? i need a ninety_pack
i need a whole script
i got a lot of money on me, why my clothes big
you n_ggas hoes, did
they hit him with an old k, man, that hole big
i know a n_gga wanna smoke ri for what lil’ bro did
f_ck it, tell them n_ggas let’s go to war
you gotta have money just to fund a war
i miss my cousin, but i miss my brother more
crib so big, it got a hundred doors
d_mn near got a nosebleed, i’m up a hundred floors
i got a bad b_tch at home, but i be f_ckin’ wh0res
got fresh as h_ll yesterday, look what i f_ckin’ wore
i wanna wear this sh_t twice, but i won’t no more
i drunk some pop once, i don’t want no more
i hear a lil’ echo, jay, close the door
i was tryna bust a four_five, got my shoulder sore
i won’t let her suck my d_ck, she got a cold sore
like what you like, the money or the hoes more?
i ain’t gon’ lie, bro, i like pros more
i’m talkin’ all profit
they thought i ain’t have no dog sh_t on me ’cause my pants had small pockets
naw, i got a f_ckin’ bookbag on me
i got a duffel bag with ten leather patches on it
b_tch, this chrome heart, i’m a loan shark
ayy, and i can still show you ten m— uh_huh
i could still show you ten m’s when my phone charged, my sh_t still dead
they shot the n_gga five years ago and he still dead
i got some old hi_tech, it’s brown, but it’s still red

- rio da yung og

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