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Rio Da Yung Og & RMC Mike
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Enrgy, man. Why you do that, man? Bitch! You recording Smerf? Baby 'K, seventy-five rounds, I got it right now Ri', pass me a Perc' 30, I'm tryna bite down Hit a nigga bitch, her pussy stink, I wanna fight now I drunk a six and erased all my music off of iCloud Six-four supercharged engine, you hear the pipe growl Blowin' 93, that's 87, I seen a light cloud Hard headed, go get all my guns when the vice out They said he locking up all the rats and letting mice out Walk in my granny crib and pour lean on her white couch Bitch, now I'm iced out You bet not touch that switch cause my whole neck a lighthouse A nigga want a EP, I charge him fifty-five thou' Caught him sneak dissing and went on top with a live round Used to be a young hot head, I got ice now .45'll clog a nigga system up, he better pipe down I been punching in for some years, I wanna write now I just said the hardest shit off my brain, you probably write it down On-hand cash, I can buy what I want right now Like, let me buy that watch right now Let me buy that Glock right now You got five pounds of weed? I'll buy 'em all right now You got three pints of lean, nigga? Let me buy you out Had a bad redbone bitch, but I ain't like her mouth Smart talkin', kicked her out the whip, bitch, now start walkin' Me and Mike just drunk a whole pint, feel like my heart stopped Drop a hundred rounds in your Scat Pack and let the car park you Nigga tryna pour a deuce up, you don't get dark often? At the doctor's office tryna get some Wock so I start coughin' I think I got Covid Oh I got Gonorrhea? I did not know it I've been ****in' all the bad hoes raw since I start flowin' We done drunk over a thousand pints, you just start pourin' I'm the G.O.A.T, bitch gave me some pussy and then start hoeing I just set my wrist out the window and it start snowing Come sign to Ghetto Boy Records, yeah we part owners I ain't got no love in me, I need a heart donor Jumped in a big Dually truck and ran a car over Thirty milligram Oxycontin, you a bar owner I bought my first crib off shit talkin', you a car owner Nasty nigga, nut in my bitch, then fart on her Nodded off my whole sixteen, let me start over 80K in all hundreds, but I made a credit card purchase Couldn't find Wock, don't like Tris, I had a PAR moment Bitch said "Send the Cash App", I don't think my debit card workin' Me and Mike finna smoke yo' whole bag, leave the jar open Came out the crib fresher than a bitch, I left a heart on her I ain't gon lie, today I wanna slide, is the park open? Damn near cried thinking bout my life, had a dark moment Bitch pussy bigger than a bitch, I parked a car on her I need some lamb chops and a double shot, is the bar open? Seen a opp walking down the street, sicc AR on him And nawl, not the standard kind ****ed her off a Perc, made her squirt, now her panties drying Hit her off a six, Missionary, it's hammer time Damn, I wanna pour this ounce up, but this my granny line I ain't gon lie this bitch so bad that her panties round Riding with a gun, a hundred racks and two pints, It's family time Yes, I'm addicted to the lean, but not any kind Riding with the smallest Draco, yeah, the mini kind Took a bitch to steal from her fam', yeah her granny blind My nigga caught a B and took the plea, they gave him plenty time No, I did not **** none of them strippers at 69 Shit, I ain't gonna lie, I ****ed one sixty times Damn, I told her sixty lies Shi' you could keep the ten milli', four-nicky mine Okay Gucci shoes on with Mickey Mouse, yeah the Disney kind Man Thirty clip and a one standard drum that's fifty-five Told bro to send 'em through the air, not the Frisbee kind No, no
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