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rio da yung og - bs story كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
(we’re with white grease today)
(f_ck the fire, we got grease)

[verse]
this how it happened, i pulled up to the crib and i saw a car
i’m thinkin’ i’m just trippin’ ’cause i’m off the bar
then the window rolled down and i saw a spark
they wasn’t shootin’ at me, though
but it sound like them boys had torpedoes
i had spark with me, told him, “get b_roll”
man, this b_tch p_ssy better than hot cheetos
d_mn, let me get back to the lil’ story
after that one sh_t happened, found out it was lil’ corey
but it’s safe to talk about it, he got bookеd for it
a n_gga put his hands on him and got cooked for it, yeah
if it wasn’t at least tеn, eleven shootouts, then it wasn’t war
they couldn’t get over corey, shot his brother for it
they hit him in his head, f_cked up his motherboard
but let me tell you this other story
when i took a n_gga to go stand in line for some f_ckin’ jordans
you gotta catch this next part, it’s f_ckin’ important
he only had five hundred on him, so it wasn’t worth it (aight, what the f_ck you doin’?)
when i think about it, i had three hundred and bought a one of more of them
we should’ve bought some dope, moral of the story
it’s a white boy up here and he wanted forty
so we waitin’ on these d_mn shoes
i just heard a gunshot and seen a hand move
i ain’t finished school, but i’m not a d_mn fool
my motherf_ckin’ house got a d_mn pool, n_gga
your house ain’t got privacy and you do not own that house, why you lie to me?
i wonder how my kidney look, i drunk a lot of lean
i be withdrawin’ and havin’ mood swings, but i’m not a fiend
d_mn, i’m trippin’, we was talkin’ ’bout them f_ckin’ shoes
the n_gga shot the n_gga ’cause he cut his juice
now i mind you, i just bought a one of juice
the lean bottle fell on the floor, mike, what you wanna do?
this rap sh_t gettin’ boring, i’m finna go to school
i couldn’t find no louis sh_t to wear, so i threw on rhude
why the f_ck i keep jumpin’ off the topic?
i was tryna tell y’all ’bout that sh_t happen at foot locker
we was tryna get some shoes and some f_ckin’ drank
then a n_gga got robbed for the f_ckin’ drank
he robbed him, then he shot him in his f_ckin’ face
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout coochie land, that was another day
but at the same spot, he pulled up on q50 and got his chain got
drop a hundred on a n_gga house, it sound like raindrops
pick her up and make her suck my d_ck ’til i say stop
don’t give a f_ck if she get lockjaw
ain’t need a knife when i was locked ’cause i got paws
a n_gga said some gay sh_t and did not pause
a n_gga sent a terrorist to threat and got knocked off
pulled up to the barbecue, she ate my hot dog
he either rap or play ball or he got dogged
only three things, i still remember when i had three jeans
like, a pair of jogging pants and two pair of purples
nah, i’m trippin’, it was jordan craig’s
i wear air force 1s, michael jordan head
but before the song end, guess what corey said
he said he’ll be home in a minute
he was trippin’, said he ain’t hit a dome in a minute
i got p_ssed off when i heard the phone say, “a minute”
b_tch, my d_ck soft just ’cause you ain’t moan when i hit it
i don’t wanna f_ck you not into me
like, bro, just ’cause i’m richer, we not enemies
i had louis v shorts on and it was ten degrees
i wanna ride with a b_tch dumpin’ grits, bumpin’ chicken feet
knocked on his door, january 31st and said, “trick or treat?”
i forgot i bought the b_tch the watch, that’s the trick in me
don’t give a f_ck about yesterday, that was history
i don’t smoke dope or snort coke, but aj do a brick with me
[outro]
talkin’ ’bout a brick, glass pint of hi_tech

- rio da yung og

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