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letra de chicken coupe - rio da yung og

[intro]
(d-mn, sprk, you shot this?)

[verse 1: peezy]
snuck an eight of wock’ on the plane in my carry-on
told him he ain’t talkin’ ’bout guap, n-gga, carry on
i been out in cali gettin’ money, i’m like harry-o
shawty just called me, wan’ me put this d-ck in every hole
cartier diamond rings on, but i ain’t married, though
yeah, that lil’ weed you got straight, but it ain’t larry, though
yeah, i see you came bustdown, it ain’t gary, though
the label tried to sign me for an m, i made that in the o
just counted up a quarter million on my kitchen table
ain’t been home a month and made three hundred, man, this sh-t amazing
doggy say he got some strong grams, how much them b-tches takin’?
man, you ain’t really got no pape’ for real, we know you n-ggas fakin’
trackhawks, demons, h-llcats, we buy that sh-t and race it
walk his ass down and fah, fah, now he got a facial
you can’t really f-ck with me for real, you might as well face it
thirty-six hundred for a seal, you know i gotta taste it
white diamond link, white rollie, but i’m not racist
young rich n-gga love to ball, i’m like sanaa lathan
pay a hundred dollars for my drawers, i am not basic
b-tch, give me my money right now, i ain’t got patience
how the f-ck is you a ghetto boy and you ain’t got a sp-ceship?
man, how the f-ck i’m ‘posed to know your feelings if you don’t say sh-t?
hit a speed bump pourin’ up and i did not waste it
read his paperwork, i know he told, he is not gangster
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
finna drink this eight of act’ by myself, you cannot taste it
only pourin’ sprites and cream sodas, i cannot waste it
i kinda knew my n-gga tellin’ on me, he would not face me
just know, you take a sl!ck shot at me, you gon’ die later
my weed louder than an old-school without a carburetor
i just jumped in a 550, i’ma park it later
n-gga got knee-deep in that water and the shark ate him
lil’ bro robbin’ n-ggas for they buffs, he a carti’ taker
guarantee you won’t survive this, this an army weapon
what the f-ck, your n-ggas paralyzed or somethin’? they hardly steppin’
tried to swipe somethin’ in saks fifth, but my card declind-ed
d-mn, i mean declined, you know i hardly know how to spell sh-t
you say that’s straight drop wock’? let me smell it
gotta switch, i just dropped a whole clip in ten seconds
i’m a rapper now, you know i had to grab a big necklace
went to golden sun first, then i went to hutch second
now i’m back f-ckin’ with mike, he been wettin’ sh-t
lil’ bro like a yoga class trainer, he be stretchin’ sh-t
f-cked her off a perc’ and asked her how i did, she said excellent
he thought he just took a perc-30, that’s excedrin
amiris on, so much money in my pocket, gotta wrestle it
leave the scene in a h-llcat, come back in a tesla
i can’t just be f-ckin’ anybody, i’m a special dude
f-cked so many hoes, a n-gga f-ck my b-tch, that’s acceptable
he said he had a sealed pint of act’, it was questionable
go and try to sn-tch my chain, i dare you to
i just want some money, baby, so right now, i can’t be s-xual
let me check my schedule, i gotta water my vegetables
my n-gga got caught with a comb in the feds and got an extra two
i know my b-tch f-ckin’ off, i expect her to
i’ll beat a n-gga ass and pop him, rio scared of who?
i’m in a two-seater with a brick of yay, this a chicken coupe

- rio da yung og

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