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letra de recession proof - louie ray, rio da yung og & rmc mike

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
jump in the supercharged challenger and fly past
all this wock’ got me movin’ slow, but i drive fast
made a mistake and told a b-tch i love her with my high ass
i be pourin’ all my lean in one pop, i’m tryna die fast
drinkin’ act’ out my mama titty, i’m a ghetto baby
thirty-three hangin’ off the glizzy, leave his dreads untangled
flash on the glock, bust a b-tch, i take the best angles
the rap sh-t slowed up for a week, i bought a rectangle

[verse 2: rmc mike]
n-gga, don’t talk about that bag unless it tripled
i don’t give a f-ck about your p-ssy, i need dental
tryna take a field trip, i just need a rental
young bag man, i’ll let you know when i send it
you got a plug on that one sh-t, then what’s thе ticket?
run up a fifty ball, then drop ten on a pеndant
yeah, i’m ghetto boyz for life, but i’m still independent
i can’t stop drinkin’ lean, i think i need an intervention
[verse 3: louie ray]
okay, the way that i been blowin’ through the pape’, i’m tryna fall off
fin don’t leave holes in his head, it knock it all off
i ain’t even into sellin’ weed, but what the ‘bows cost?
i ain’t even tryna add the numbers that the clothes cost
big face, ridin’ widebody, n-gga, swole jaws
i been goin’ in her nuts-deep, i got swole b-lls
i be on the phone with a fiend when the hoes call
in the same spot as last week, still got the clothes on
came with a wave, i need one of face chains on
they done started up some n-ggas they cannot contain, though
i was probably really f-cked up, i never played broke
they know we ’bout to wiggle through the game, this ain’t a game, though

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
was finna rob the n-gga, joc told me don’t worry about it
seen an opp take his kids to school and caught an early body
sprayed the car, two people got k!lled, the other two at hurley probably
it’s a ghost gun, don’t know the caliber, it’s a 40 probably
i’m in revive, finna f-ck a dime up
bought the rollie plain, bust it down and f-ck the time up
ain’t n0body give me sh-t, i had to grind up
hundred shots on this sks, i gotta wind it up

[verse 5: rmc mike]
smokin’ b-tterfingers on my way to a dub
i’m a real hustler, i be makin’ plays in the club
you boys broke, y’all can’t even make it rain in the club
fully auto switch, i don’t even aim when i bust
shot him with a drum, it stop a train or a bus
we ain’t pop overnight, that sh-t came from above
i could’ve took the school route, i’d rather hang with the thugs
i’m a ghetto rich n-gga, i drag my chain through the mud
[verse 6: louie ray]
i was finna smoke a n-gga top, was in a hurry ’bout it
i ain’t even have my shoes on, but when that slide stop me?
i can get into it with myself, i bet you i shot me
i ain’t really waitin’ on n0body, n-gga, i got me
‘fore you settle down and sell packs, you gotta find zombies
brought some rolls in the strip club, n-gga, i robbed me
she was f-ckin’ up the government, we called her aunt kwame
i been feelin’ real recession proof, n-gga, yo gotti

- louie ray rio da yung og rmc mike

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