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letra de i go - rio da yung og & fblmanny

[intro: rio da yung og]
yeah
gaffel
gaffel, alright

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
i go lamb chop, i go chrome socks
i go chrome glock, i go gold pop
i go dog sh-t, boy, i’m havin’ no opps
i go four pops, i go four watches
i go five diamond links, what you know ’bout it?
i go one carat each ear, twenty-four thousand
a piece, n-gga, i go three, n-gga
i go actavis and red, i go green, n-gga
yeah
i’m with manny, i go fbl
i go five million dollars that i made in jail
this n-gga went rat, i can’t believe he said they made him tell
i go whole bale of ‘za, i go break the scale
i go escalade v, but i ain’t with trel
i go wafi everything, i know y’all wish i stayed in jail
i go, i go
i go
i go five in a small pop, i go small glock
looking for them n-ggas, we go all spots
we hit every spot
i go pint of quagen, i drink every drop
i’ll never stop
they made a big mistake when they let me out
i’ll break this b-tch down to rocks and go granny house
i go one-fifty for my brother lawyer, let my family out
she used to love my drawers, she can’t stand me now
i paid eight thousand for these pants, i didn’t go hand-me-down
we came draco in the club, you can’t pat me down
i go all my trust in you and then you let me down, i’m gone
[verse 2: fblmanny]
i go 20k for this ‘fit, i ain’t even count the jewelry
i go ap for the watch, i don’t know why n-ggas curious, uh (keep that)
i go amg for the coupe, i’ll pull up fast and furious, huh
i go red guts on the seat like the b-tch is on her period, uh
i went top floor on the pent’ so the opp boy can’t get near me, uh
i went chrome heart for the jeans, no, these are not amiris
if i do the crime, i’ll do the time, no, i won’t drop a tear
uh, uh
i went m.i.n.e. records, uh
and i’m fresh up out a jet, they say we flyin’ records, uh
i went plane crash in the slap’, it got me flyin’ better
i go thirty in the pap, i feel it slide better, uh
i go fat ass in my lap, think she’s a bbler, uh
i go racks, then hit up pat, i’m puttin’ that sh-t together, uh
i go foreign b-tch, i’m still meetin’ her at the telly, uh
i go spiked-up beverage, uh
i go what that’s in your cup? i don’t even know what to tell it, uh
i go glock, you better not buck, i send shots at your melon
i go ham sandwich in my pocket like i work the deli (uh)
i go 60k for these air force 1s, it’s like i signed to nelly

- rio da yung og fblmanny

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