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rmc mike & rio da yung og – dumb and dumb3r كلمات اغاني

[intro: rmc mike]
b_tch
(enrgy beats)

[verse 1: rmc mike]
i can’t stop shootin’, boy, this a fifty rounder
i gave your b_tch a percocet and got the p_ssy out her
i could’ve got the sh_t for free, i tossed her fifty dollars
went and sold unc’ a nine piece, andre iguodala
later on, we took a trip in a blue impala
she gave that p_ssy up again, i knocked the juices out it
sold cuz a hit six, i took a deuce up out it
a n_gga tryna change his ways, but got used to violence
she think i’m actin’ nonchalant, she just used to tryin’
you gotta blame my mama, she produced a monster
we f_cked seven times, but never used a condom
heard dog turned into a user ’cause they used around him
i ain’t gon’ lie, that’s some f_cked_up sh_t
growin’ up, i ain’t play ball, i wanted to touch a brick
somewhere, i got sidetracked on some other sh_t
this work fresh off the press, you need oven mitts

[interlude]
you, uh
you fellas been doin’ a bit of boozin’, have ya?
suckin’ back on grandpa’s old cough medicine?
no, oh, no, sir, no, no, no, uh_uh
yeah, well, what’s that?
that’s nothing, sir
yeah, nothing
yeah, well, uh, you aware that, uh, it’s against the law to have an open alcohol container here in the state of pennsylvania?
come on, give me that booze, you little pumpkin pie haircutted freak, come on
sir, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
no, sir, don’t, don’t
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i ain’t never played basketball, but it was hoops around me
f_cked my lil’ brother head up from talkin’ loose around him
chillin’ with a bad b_tch, can’t even poot around her
hit a n_gga in his ice cream cone, knock a scoop up out it
who got some clean grams of soft? i could use a thousand
shoot a rap n_gga in his head and knock the music out him
mix a bunch of grams up together, make a poodle out ’em
i got a fiend with big arms, he can shoot up ounces
i got some sh_t to say
d_mn near pulled my hair out my head, i ain’t make sh_t today
hit his drank with the karo syrup, he won’t sh_t for days
shootin’ k bullets at him, he don’t get hit, he graze
i only smoke exotic weed, you rollin’ lemon haze
grew a bunch of weed in april, it won’t be here ’til may
they say april showers bring may flowers
i just punched the work out, it took me eight hours
cuz only got eleven years, he caught eight bodies
you could give him anything, he’d make a shank out it
plug got enough bricks to build eight houses
’bout to go and get this drank off adams from my aunt yolanda

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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