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rio da yung og – practice كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
twenty racks cash, a pint of, alright
yeah, ghetto boyz sh_t, n_gga

[verse]
twenty racks cash, a pint of glass, and a k on me
told kid dog should just claim krispylife, i put a k on him
put a lot of ice in the cup, pour an eight on it
drinkin’ fours of wock’ every day, puttin’ weight on me
oh, we was talkin’ ’bout a gun? mine stay on me
last year i told my cali b_tch i’m comin’ west, she still waitin’ on me
treat they block like a blank canvas, i’ma paint on it
i thought you poured a deuce in here, why i don’t taste nothin’?
million dollars cash, any less is unacceptable
tryna f_ck, but she text back too fast, kinda skeptical
if i had a life jacket and you was drownin’, i wouldn’t rescue you
walk up on a random b_tch, i wanna have s_x with you
look, b_tch, if you ain’t tryna book a show, i ain’t textin’ you
b_tch, i know you f_cked ray, i ain’t question you
i wanna buy a pint of eight, a six, and an extra two
oh, your brother from the regencys, i can’t mess with you
i’m in a trash bag, man, y’all n_ggas in a store bag
seen mike with a half a ‘bow and bought the whole bag
i feel like joe, i got a bunch of hoes like 4sho mag
can’t believe michael kids sold the drank, man, i’m so mad
i just left out n_ggas’ hood, i’m finna go back
n_gga, you wasn’t really in the hood, that’s a throwback
i’m always the first to start shootin’, i don’t blow back
i know i got two pints of wock’, where some more at?
i just cut into jasmine, where simone at?
i be walkin’ up on random hoes like, “where your phone at?”
seen lil d drop thirty shots where the store at
me and lil e drunk forty pops, why we so fat
you only got thirty_five hundred for a verse, i don’t want that
oh, you ain’t get your weed from a1? i can’t smoke that
last n_gga parked his shoes here got a toetag
f_ck around and bought an eight of cut, drunk two deuces, took a four back
in a n_gga hood, down south sellin’ dope sacks
askin’ all the bad ratchet hoes where the store at
alright, i already f_cked cakes, where moe at?
f_ck around and wake a b_tch up like, “where your clothes at?”
your n_gga wear court jeans, i don’t even wear amiri
n_ggas wearin’ lab diamonds, lookin’ so silly
i don’t carry four_fives no more, only ten millis
had twenty hoes, left ’em all, only ten miss me
oh, the n_gga actin’ freaky? fn kiss him
tongue kiss, got a drum kit, that’s a big fifty
today, i’m blessin’, buy a drumstick and get six biscuits
young b_tch asked a dumb question, i dismissed her
bum b_tch with some small uggs and some big miss mes
the life i live, should’ve been with kidd, ’cause my fit crispy
just sold dog a cut line of red for like six_fifty
hundred percocets, takin’ forty, i’ma flip sixty
[outro]
ghetto boyz sh_t, n_gga, you know what the f_ck goin’ on
i ain’t even mean to do this song for real
this was a mistake
yeah

- rio da yung og

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