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rmc mike & rio da yung og – hawthorne كلمات اغاني

[intro: rio da yung og]
(it’s a wayne beat)
sh_t, alright
what up, wayne?
ghetto boyz sh_t, you already know what the f_ck goin’ on (southside sh_t)

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
just pulled to somerset and valet parked a quarter million
walked in the louis store and— alright, alright
just pulled to somerset and valet parked a quarter million
walked in the louis store, i just spent a quarter chicken
what you want, a leg, quarter, or a biscuit?
just got a pint, meet me at the headquarters, let’s get filthy
today, i got a bunch of sh_t to do, let’s get busy
just sucked a pregnant b_tch titties, let’s get milky
bought another gucci shirt, it was six_fifty
then walked to somerset and bought a bunch of sh_t with six gifties
she let me swipe every card, let’s get nifty
pour a nine of red in a mountain dew, let’s get p_ssy

[verse 2: rmc mike]
no bullsh_t, my favorite gun is a .308
i just f_cked three rap b_tches, now my peehole stank
that n_gga tried to r_u_n and left doa
cut into a bald_head b_tch like, “let me see your fade”
i just got a glass pint of red, you can keep your drank
told bae, “f_ck a stash, let me see your waist”
withdrawals, i ain’t drunk henn’ in like three whole days
i learned how to stack my chips like frito lays
sh_t ain’t all good or all bad, but i’ll be okay
b_tch tryna leave, hit her with the starlito face
told gary i want my new chain to weigh a kilo weight
i’ve been tourin’ the world makin’ bands, i think we need more states
[verse 3: rio da yung og & rmc mike]
took another pint from a n_gga, i deebo drank
on the east sellin’ hard, where eastside lito stay
b_tch took her shoes off, socks smell like frito lays
d_mn, i shot the house up bad, they gotta relocate
who got some hi_tech? i’m lookin’ for the blood, it’s a mosquito day
b_tch asked where she pullin’ up to, i sent three locations
i stole an opp h_llcat, this a repo day
last show i had, a n_gga got k!lled in there, but we okay
number one displayer, i don’t care what weezbo say
one day, i seen a n_gga lose his life over three ojs
i know they call it sh_t talkin’, but we don’t stank
bro, what the f_ck you smokin’? the weed don’t stank
only words i say to my b_tch is, “please, more drank”
take my shoes off at any b_tch house, my feet don’t stank
you only poured an ounce in that pop, n_gga, we poured eight
i got a dingy b_tch, she’ll listen to anything— huh
i got a dingy b_tch, she’ll listen to anything miss cleo say
decidin’ on if i wanna buy that ‘dweller, give me three more days
off_white with the clan with me, need three more k’s
asked her what she wanna drink, she said, “anything, is skeet okay?”
let me hit my cup
i could have herpes, bet this dumb b_tch still wanna hit the blunt
aa_12 with the scope, this a different pump
he wan’ fight back, f_ck some rock and roll, this a different punk
bought a b_tch a purse for three racks, am i a trick or what?
but i’ma f_ck her, then take it back, i tricked her b_tt
i ain’t even put my nose by her p_ssy, you l!cked her b_tt
i had to drop the b_tch off, you picked her up
i ain’t tryna serve no crackheads, i’m tryna sell a whole brick at once
i can’t lie to lil’ bro, i think this that one
put a bump stock on the glock, i tap the trigger once
pourin’ thick liquid up, boy, you still pourin’ liquor up
seven grams in a backwood, you roll swishers up
okay, you quick to roll dice, we roll pistols up
stone cold with the cut, i could cut a pair of scissors up
bought a drum for my glock 9, it hold fifty_one
gave lil e the four_five, you seen a midget bust?
i’m finna take a green bar, this the bigger bus
dum & dumber 3, i know they sick of us
i just popped a blue inbox, now i’m itchin’ and stuff
can’t go nowhere— alright
we can’t go nowhere— huh, ah
we can’t go nowhere, random people try to take pictures of us
lookin’ at me and mike old fl!cks, that’s the little us
d_mn, my blunt fatter than the b_tch, she got a little b_tt
would you believe me if i told you me and mike ran five_fifty up?
pour a cup of hi_tech and roll riddles up
just crashed the rolls truck, you ain’t never even been in one
mclaren fast as f_ck, in the front is a little trunk
b_tch pulled up with double_ds and got titty_f_cked
when we dropped dumb and dumb3r, f_cked the city up
right now i’m boolin’ with the bloods, f_ck the bity up
drunk two pints of eighteen, we poured a fifty up, n_gga

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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