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rio da yung og - off-rap كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(nito, what up my n_gga?)
(it’s a wayne beat)
yeah, alright
what up, wayne?
ghetto boy sh_t
i’m in a million_dollar house off rap, man, i’m tryna rap
aight

[verse]
one_point_two just to be exact
f_ck around and blanked out, i just took a ‘zac
b_tch, when the feds grabbed me, i ain’t look back
in a gucci store, spend six racks, then get a bookbag
right now i’m high off a lot of drank, i just look mad
that n_gga ain’t got dog sh_t, that’s why he look sad
f_ck around and put an apr_n on, in my cook bag
sosa for the interception with the drank, i know snoop mad
somethin’ tellin’ me to do a hook bad
but i’m still in my punch bag, you know, hook, jab
sprite d_mn near gone, know my cup mad
left in a maybach even though i had a bus pass
he went to jail and got g_y, wasn’t gettin’ enough ass
heard a n_gga took your cell phone, you know that look bad
don’t give a f_ck how much this jacket cost, i ain’t puttin’ it back
mike saved the day, i missed a shot and he put it back
trish with the quagen taste like glass red
that night them n_ggas stole my jewelry, i was half dead
i popped three 30s, drunk an eight, and took a half a xan’
bro, i’m still paranoid, that’s why i back in
where the f_ck you get that gun from? what’s that, a mac_10?
i seen a n_gga throw his life away ’cause he ain’t had hands
ask me am i gettin’ money? look at cass pants
my son got on some amiris with a roll in ’em
and he only seven years old, n_gga
i don’t buy diamonds no more, i’m a gold digger
ten_mil’ chunky, but the four_five hole bigger
b_tch p_ssy hole loose, we stuck a pole in her
did y’all listen to my tape? i put my soul in it
tomorrow, i’m wearin’ slacks, i might pop out like a old n_gga
bro precise with that glock, he a dome hitter
oh, you tryna talk sh_t? i’m the wrong n_gga
ayy, mike, come here real quick, bring your phone with you
this white boy tryna give us ten to send a song to him
i just know your phone slap, you got my old number
i think like a og, but my soul younger
a thousand horses in this b_tch, can’t keep control of it
that house in the a, ayy, ri, how you much owe? nothing
let’s talk about flint, got twenty_four of ’em
stop worryin’ ’bout what i do and go and own somethin’
twenty_nine hunnid for the chrome joggie
promoters on some bullsh_t, let’s start our own party
crazy, i got dog sh_t and don’t own cartis
ain’t got enough to buy the h_llcat, but i don’t want a charger
my brother tryna get some drink, i don’t wanna charge him
oh, bro, you want a verse? give me four thousand
what veeze say? we already big, but finna go larger
this bracelet right here was twenty_four thousand
n_gga, f_ck your og, i got my own mama
three_pointer in a five_karat make it look harder
i’m finna put on every chain, make ’em look harder
smash the gas in the trx, i got a foot problem
nah, that n_gga feet stink, he need some foot powder
we ain’t got no slugs in here, all buckshotters
i know a n_gga with some money, never took shotters
how the f_ck i get indicted and i don’t even know how to cook powder?
[outro]
what the f_ck?

- rio da yung og

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