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rio da yung og - morning كلمات أغنية

[verse]
i’ll come back to the hood, get on some bullsh_t
i’m a million dollar n_gga with a full clip
i manifested this in a bullpen
i’ll crank that in a b_tch p_ssy, “youu” with it
this n_gga said he got some actavis, he bullsh_ttin’
two thirties in the ‘k, i’ll drop the whole sixty
i’m tryna count a m in cash, i need somebody to do it with me
man, i need help
i’m in a trackhawk with no seatbelt
i’ll let this b_tch fire ’til the heat melt
i seen a n_gga rat and he ain’t even do a week in jail
forty_eight hundred for a ‘bow, how the weed smell?
these n_ggas sprayin’ terps on the lows
i just went to church with some ‘bows
i’m a dope fiend, i still found percs in the hole
i seen a n_gga put in work at a lo’
i can get a n_gga cracked for a chirp of some blow
we was in a lamb’ truck with a ‘k with us
i told her bring three friends, i got jay with me, and lil tay with me
scram scr_per n_gga, i came home and made eight_fifty
in two days, i’m a whole seller
i can sell a hundred ‘bows in two plays
hit ’em in his head with the nick’, he got a new fade
cut his top with the chop, but i don’t do fades
i’ll twist a n_gga sh_t like i do braids
cut a n_gga pint with grape kool_aid
knock that sh_t off his head like a toupee
‘fore i turn the coke to the hard, it look like toothpaste
did a show in russia for a hundred racks usd
told bro to keep a knife on him in the u.s. p
better have your sh_t in order if you shoot at me
they treat me like the president, you can’t do sh_t to ri’
we came back to the city in a bp
i just spent four hundred racks on two v’s
i’m off a perc’ 30, i don’t do e’s
you would probably think i’m hungry the way i chew beats
i love sh_t talkin’
i got a thousand blues on me, now i’m crip walkin’
i ain’t a crip though, i ain’t a blood either
i ain’t come to throw pape’, i’m in the club eatin’, they got good chicken
told—, alright, alright
told, i told promoters i ain’t comin’ ‘less they—
told promoters i ain’t comin’—, huh
told promoters i ain’t comin’ in the club ‘less jay booked with me
you gotta double book us
had a bottom bunk my whole fed bid, i wasn’t jumpin’ up there
some n_ggas p_ssed me off up in flint, i’m comin’ up there
last time i had a show in empire, somethin’ got slumped there
he p_ssed off he came close, so he punched a hair
the b_tch say she finna leave, i don’t f_ckin’ care
it was a snake in the grass and i wasn’t aware
my little brother sittin’ in the jail for what my cousin said
got a pint of hi_tech, we call ’em uncle red
never makin’ love with a sl_t, i don’t f_ck in beds, b_tch
i just bought a maybach, we can f_ckin’ hear it
you hit it with a blue light, so much nut in here
five years for a legal pipe, it wasn’t f_ckin’ fair
but i had to do my time if i did the crime
my young n_gga, real thug, b_tch, i’m with a slime
he’ll wipe his own brother nose
how much rio want for a show? i don’t f_ckin’ know
you gotta ask will
how much i want for a video, you gotta ask fill
why the f_ck they lie to us and say crack k!lls
unc’ seventy_five years old, he smoke crack still
did this sh_t independent, i ain’t have a deal
we had the best s_x, she took half the pill
it’s already one up top, ain’t gotta rack still
n_gga, you don’t know how them cold mats feel
it was ten years ago, he got smacked still

- rio da yung og

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