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rio da yung og - cousin killed كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(primo, turn this sh_t up)
yeah, aight
ghetto, money, aight
(primo beats on the track)

[verse]
money ain’t sh_t, why i don’t act like this?
three glocks on my hip, why you strapped like this?
on some paranoid sh_t, i almost whacked my b_tch
i keep f_ckin’ her like this, i might crack my hip
n_gga, got me hip rollin’
ups man and a plain rollie, got my wrist hurtin’
n_gga, i ain’t d_trip, i don’t sip turtle
stand over his ass with the switch, he got k!lled, murder
kb just went to mickey d’s, but you a real burger
them n_ggas shot the crib up, we took it real further
mike, i don’t think the pills workin’
what you think’ll happen to our brain if we sniff purple?
if we sniff syrup
kobe bryant forces on with a kith shirt
don’t put the hoe in the beef and get the b_tch burnt
i knew it was a ninety_round piece ’cause the clip turned
n_gga, i don’t really give a f_ck who was rich first
i started off with air force ones, they weren’t rick first
we started with nickels and grams, they ain’t had bricks first
this how it happen, the car hit the corner, but it gets worse
dropped so many shots, that b_tch flipped over
at great lakes, ruley with a draco in a kid’s stroller
i don’t know the b_tch, but my kids know her
i met some ogs in the feds who put real work in
you a fake k!ller
you a thursday fed meal, you a baked chicken
you a fake sipper, you a fake n_gga
they told me to calm down, i need brakes n_gga
she came in the room hair done, now her lace different
i done took so many percs, my face different
n_gga, i was takin’ fentanyl percs and i ain’t feel it
i ain’t braggin’ though, that sh_t dumb as h_ll
if the pill ain’t from the pharm’, then it wasn’t real
like how a n_gga really shot at us and he wasn’t k!lled
pulled up to his titi house, he got his cousin k!lled
i’ma keep it real, that slime sh_t got my cousin k!lled
but i am not trippin’
we found them n_ggas momma crib and threw a bomb in it
four n_ggas ran out, was dead in five minutes
oh d_mn, they say somebody dead burned, that’s five n_ggas
me, kb and mike, but we got five triggers, someone got two guns
you still goin’ to the y? we got a new run
i got some growers out in cali, you got a shoe plug
that night them n_ggas threw ’em at my house, they shot up two clubs
n_gga you could never make a new bud, he just too real
you know i was high as h_ll, i was too still, i wasn’t movin’ enough
bro, let me see the pint bottle, you ain’t doin’ enough
aye, phil, you still got your camera rollin’?
make a n_gga burn for five days, we’ll candle somethin’
sometimes i f_ck for an hour and five minutes, i’m a random f_cker
i was tryna get ten bricks from this spanish f_cker
but i couldn’t speak spanish and he couldn’t speak english
and i couldn’t learn sh_t and he couldn’t teach either
that n_gga stole somethin’, get me a meat cleaver
i’m finna cut his hand off ’cause my feet itchin’

- rio da yung og

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