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letra de hate to leave - rio da yung og, rmc mike & grindhard e

[intro: rmc mike]
(it’s a wayne beat)
b-tch

[verse 1: rmc mike]
this drank in my cup cost more than your mortgage
draco, that’s my bae, but i’m in love with shootin’ 40s
how the f-ck is you a pimp and you make love doin’ orgies?
i done took twelve shots in the club, now i’m h-rny
b-tch make that ass clap and throw it back ’cause i’m important
unc’ mad as h-ll ’cause i done took some packs out his order
used to sell it raw, but i done made some racks off the water
if my b-tch make it back with that pack, i won’t charge her
mclaren got three hundred on the dash, n-gga, what’s a hemi?
lil’ b-tch tried to make me mad, i done upped a fifty
made two hundred racks off spеakin’ facts [?]
it be a lot of p-ssy sh-t goin’ on around, but i love my city
flint town, 810 sh-t, we got choppеrs heavy
white boy done threw thirty pointers in the chocolate presi’
gen5 glock out the box came optic-ready
brain matter on the dashboard look like a pot of spaghetti

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
you could make fifty racks off an ounce of fetty
i just cut a n-gga drank with an ounce of petty
who tryna go to war with me? i think my chopper ready
ran out of drank and percocets, called doctor eric
b-tch, your baby daddy still can’t f-ck with me
everybody can get shot if it’s up to me
used to sell zips of hard, prayin’ i’d touch a b
now i might wake up tomorrow mornin’ and drop bumblebee
i got four thousand for a pint, who got morton grove?
you could f-ck my b-tch and [?] my sons, just don’t touch the stove
twenty-one hundred for a f-ckin’ coat
i been gettin’ so much money, what the f-ck is broke?
[verse 3: grindhard e]
quali’, morton, hi-tech, act’, and tris, i done drunk it all
i used to pour my lean up in pops, now i drink it raw
used to f-ck with the dog, now we f-ck with dogs
we don’t talk on the phone no more when it’s work involved
they pull me over, they gon’ have to come and search with the dogs
my b-tch stopped bringin’ her friends around ’cause i f-cked ’em all
my fiend went in debt, i told him he could come work it off
plr, fn, and glocks, we done shot ’em all
when i was f-ckin’ with the yay, used to leave it raw
bad b-tch cuban-puerto rican, i had to f-ck her raw
how the f-ck my n-gga get indicted? he never served a log
now he in the fed library learnin’ all the laws

[verse 4: rmc mike]
seven guns in this vehicle, please do not approach it
girly ass fake, but it move with a lot of motion
pmk kennels, [?] got gucci collar on her
she still let me f-ck after the club, threw a dollar on her
voss water washin’ down my percs, yeah, i’m bougie now
honey pack in a patrón bottle bring coochie out
fat n-gga, but i could still beat your b-tch doonies down
i’m quiet, too, watch me turn up when it’s juice around
d-mn, do that make me a fiend?
had to stop drinkin’ odell, that sh-t made me mean
rub my nut in my b-tch face like it’s maybelline
your drank cut, bro got some sh-t that’ll make it clean
[verse 5: rio da yung og]
fetty wap can turn a half an ounce to eighty g’s
cold-hearted n-gga, b-tch, my heart only eight degrees
whipped out an ar with monkey nuts and dropped eighty-three
silencer on the fn quieter than a baby sneeze
why your nose keep runnin’? you hit powder, don’t you?
was f-ckin’ hoes in the livin’ room ’til the couch was broken
head weak, you be suckin’ d-ck for two hours, don’t you?
oh, you a stripper? i’ll hit the day shift and shower on you
when granny take her t–th out, she give the best head
i got a fresh tray of ice cubes, i need some meth heads
f-ck some akorn, the glass hi-tech the best red
half of my opps in a wheelchair and the rest dead

[verse 6: grindhard e]
went on a l!ck, sh-t went bold, he got left for dead
my opps either d-e-a-d or on a deathbed
rap b-tch keep textin’ me, she got left on read
i heard you sleep on a blow-up mattress, you need a better bed
seen two or three of my people od, i stopped takin’ beans
watched a n-gga get k!lled over a sale, i stopped takin’ fiends
when a b-tch get around me, she just hate to leave
i heard you need a j-o-b, come rake my leaves

- rio da yung og rmc mike grindhard e

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