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rio da yung og - easy kill كلمات أغنية

[verse]
line ’em up, that’s an easy k!ll (my n_gga, lee, i think we got another one)
i’m a real ghetto boy, i be with peezy still
i ain’t touch the trigger, but i seen the drill
your career ain’t promising, you probably need a will
seen a n_gga with his head gone, and i can see him still
i swear to god, that n_gga sh_t was stuck to the steering wheel
ten for this ‘fit from five years ago, i’ma wear it still
i put that on my kids, i get in that jam, i can never tell
that’s why i gotta watch how i move
move right ’cause if i get some time, then i gotta do it
no “get out of jail free” card, this not monopoly
i’m down four racks and i ain’t do sh_t but go out to eat
scope on, he hit a n_gga in his dome from down the street
this sh_t so strong, twenty_three a ‘bow, so why you lie to me?
you ever got hеad from a b_tch and then you gotta pee?
i heard she had thе best p_ssy in flint, you know i gotta see
course i got cash with me, but i’m not with c
cass with me, so we played the bp suv
before i go back broke, i’ll sell some weed
it’s been so long since i smelled a seed
like, where the f_ck the real bud at?
don’t get too close, we got a f_ckin’ draco in the club, jack
buy a pint of act’ for twenty racks, then take the dub back
i need thirty racks for the f_ckin’ show, and where the club at?
d_mn, you bad as f_ck, where my hug at?
we still got the n_gga pipe, he want his gun back
do you wanna hear a fun fact?
i really made some motherf_ckin’ m’s and i ain’t do nothin’ but rap
you ever had five m’s at once?
okay, you didn’t, so you wouldn’t understand why i don’t give a f_ck
money is not everything, jay be rippin’ dubs
they shot the crib up so bad, f_cked the kitchen up
blew the kitchen up, you know the stove was gas
you better leave my yn’s alone with your old ass
you ain’t want your car to get shot up, you shouldn’t have rode past
i walked out the bank with a smile and a store bag
i sent it to the bay on a plane and she drove back
i took the b_tch neck, she want her throat back
ironic how he never left the house, but brung the dope back
when i catch up with them boys, they gettin’ a closed casket
matter fact, they need four caskets
i think my white boy workin’ with the feds, he just bought four baskets
he ain’t never bought more than a gram
take the trash out with pole in your hand
i’m a real f_ckin’ boss, i wore chrome in jail
you probably should catch one by yourself ’cause n_ggas gonna tell
i can’t put my life in another n_gga hands
i ran my sh_t up, this is not another n_gga bands
two months ago, i got a big advance
yo, wallahi, i got three hundred racks that i can’t f_ckin’ spend
solid ass n_gga, not gon’ f_ckin’ bend, not gon’ f_ckin’ fold, i knew my cousin told
we is not at k&j, we at the other store
you ain’t tryna chop sh_t up, what you got cutter for?
i hate the number four, i hate the f_ckin’ snow
swear to god, i hate my baby mama, but i love her though
that’s how i found out you gotta have love to be a hater
they really love us, but they hatin’ ’cause our situation
they hit him with some big sh_t and changed his pigmentation
we threw a nuclear bomb on that sh_t, he died from radiation

- rio da yung og

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