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letra de definition of rio - rio da yung og

you n-ggas had that e d d run now y’all back broke
tryna do that one dance i think my back broke
b-tch i grew up in the dope house smellin crack smoke
ian never told you can keep me wit them rat jokes
45 a lean him back like fat joe
i’m so high i’m askin freeze where my blacks go
boy you cap so much you needa work at the hat store
ok i’m tired of drinking wockhardt where the act go
you just let a n-gga beat yo ass where yo strap go
yeah the same one he takin pictures wit
my n-gga up a million of unemployment benefits
ian gon lie whеn i was broke i stealin sh-t
but b-tch i was that niqqa back then i’m still thе sh-t
hunnit racks off rap this month yeah i’m still legit
b-tch i can make it thru the hood i was built for this
you walked out yo first week you was built to quit
niqqas askin how i’m droppin chains i seen him get six
you snitched in a song and got yo mans jammed that’s poetic justice
e d d hustlers ed ed n eddy
24 lines gone meet tom n jerry
we just drunk a whole pint n a 8
b-tch shut up before i pour the whole sprite in yo face
vvs diamonds a light up the whole place
i’m at cvs lyin tryna bust a scrip for a 8
no h0m- but ia bust this b-tch all in yo face
you want me to promo yo tape you gotta give me 60k
n-ggas talkin bout f-ck do you know what i just made?
you want a free cup of what do you know what i just paid?
$5600 for a pint and ian tryna sell it
yo weed look like sum bullsh-t ian even tryna smell it
bought a brick from bro he 100 ian gotta scale it
the plug a drive the bows from cali he ain gonna mail it
i’m from the hood ion need no 1 n-gga that not a felon
yo man keep getting out jail cuz he out here tellin
f-ck sum benihana i’m gonna take a hoe to potbelly
beatin a b-tch down for a hour then i got sweaty
so much lean in this 20 ounce i just dropped jelly
bust a hunnit shots out the drake i got my glock jealous
f-ck around n hit the lean raw hit the pop separate
yea
i’m a dope fiend
i just beat my b-tch ass cuz ain’t no codeine
at this point my drug test prolly gon read morphine
i wake up in the morning drop a deuce and eat 4 beans
i prolly did rob you in the past that was the poor me
30 shots hanging out the glock is a 4 3
b-tch i’m a whole pint of wock you could pour me
you wrote a statement tryna dodge a testimony go to court please
so we can see yo face
heat check before you walk in lemme see yo waist
n-gga i just drunk a whole pint i need 3 more 8ths

- rio da yung og

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