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letra de brother flow - rio da yung og

[intro: rio da yung og]
(marc boomin, this you?)
what up, marc boomin? yeah, we back again, n-gga
y’all know we finna walk, we don’t have to tell you
ghetto boyz sh-t, still grindin’, n-gga
yeah, y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with us, n-gga
we the ones, n-gga
alright

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
off-white shirt costs six hundred, i got ten of ’em
and i bought ’em at one time, i got big money
i can drop twenty shots and don’t miss nothin’
you just dropped a whole hundred shots and you ain’t hit nothin’
oh, you really gettin’ money? lay a brick on me
you ain’t got the whole brick? lay a zip on me
i knew you wasn’t my dog, i can’t get nothin’
oh, your sister work at walgreens? bust a script for me
how you really gettin’ money and your b-tch bummy?
how you got a bad b-tch and your kids ugly?
whole six in a little squirt, man, this b-tch muddy
i drink my whole cup fast, i don’t sip nothin’

[verse 2: louie ray]
me and rio gotta pour a pop, it’s a consequеnce
gotta pour a pop, it’s a consequencе
me and rio gotta pour a pop, it’s a consequence
gotta take light sips, it’s smoothie thick
i be tryna clean ’em with the counter ’cause blues’ll stick
i gotta move like this, i’m too smooth to trip
shootin’ at the end of stockdale, on the news and sh-t
too many rubber bands on me, i bruised my wrist
i can’t play, i got too much to lose or risk (swear to god)
she only temporary, i be movin’
i know i’m gettin’ money, but ain’t really tryna prove it
you always talkin’ what you did, bro, i does it
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
jay and louie f-cked the world up when they dropped coochie
wright really from the pad, you can ask poody
hit a n-gga in his whole head, i don’t half do it
how you let dog survive? you a bad shooter
i ain’t into wwe, i shoot people
let off one shot out the d-eagle, hit two people
you was right there when your mans told, you a proofreader?
unc’ nose hole so d-mn big, he can oot people
i ain’t finna fight you, i poof people
i just dropped a hundred shots in a two-seater
i don’t give a f-ck how much you got, i don’t serve new people
i got white, black, green, and blue people

[verse 4: louie ray]
still got a lil’ pot around for who doin’ it
they say it’s hard to motivate the hood, but we doin’ it
n-ggas can’t even help the legacy, ’cause they’ll ruin it
the flower patch ain’t dead, sh-t bloomin’, n-gga
through the legs, turn him ’round, i’ll school a n-gga
i jumped in headfirst, this not a pool, my n-gga
i’m in a crazy position, my knees behind me
i been tryna leave the hood, but the fiends behind me
big racks in my bookbag is all i need beside me
it gotta be the boat the way she ride me
[verse 5: rio da yung og]
louie had to wake me up, i kept on noddin’
i knew she could suck d-ck, she kept on slobbin’
oh, you lookin’ for some dog food? go to petco probably
i just ran some dog sh-t up in retro 5s
n-gga mad we came up, better catch up, fry
i don’t like talkin’ on the phone, we can text sometimes
cut the b-tch off ’cause her p-ssy was wet sometimes
impress him when you see him, ’cause you only meet death one time
how the f-ck is that my son? we had s-x one time
first n-gga i popped got grazed, the next one died

[outro]
(marc boomin, this you?)

- rio da yung og

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