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letra de great day - rio da yung og

[intro]
(thanks for the gift, e)

[chorus]
it’s a great day, i made a hunnid racks
i just checked my bank account and did jumping jacks
this n-gga c just called me with some f-cking act
i can’t listen to your rap ’cause it’s a bunch of cap
i’m in an escalade v, this b-tch a crybaby
i’m going louis head to toe, n-gga, i’ll buy macy’s
i told the b-tch, “stand in line,” she gon’ die waitin’
i did five fish before i went to prison
might go 580

[verse]
nah, the 680, i need the ‘frigerator
i got louis on, but i might just put on rick later
first time i shot a gun, i was a sixth grader
this n-gga f-cked my b-tch, did me a big favor
me and j just drunk a deuce, might drink a six later
she let me bust her down, 6 am to suck my d-ck later
they shot him with a k, turned to a big baby
bust a boat down to all eighths, call me big baby
i’m thе pac- man, if my b-tch can’t make me happy, bet thе act can
i learned some good advice from a crack head
if there’s a will, it’s a way, but i’m not track man
she gave me head in a urus truck, while the black lit
i grabbed her head too hard, now her track missing
i stand on business and talk sh-t, i’m not a rap n-gga
i just got some big bones, i’m not a fat n-gga
we got 4 .308s on us, but i’ll scr-p with you
knocked his ass out, then drank a pint and took a nap with him
don’t rap about that sh-t, you not a crack dealer
and please don’t say sh-t about no drink, you wasn’t an act sipper
this n-gga j just bought another bag of rubber bands
if i can’t f-ck the b-tch, i bet my brother can
if bro can’t f-ck the b-tch, i bet my cousin can
they shot some n-ggas up, that’s what my cousin said
he dropped a 4 on the fifth floor, feel like brother man
he gon’ shoot the glocky dry, he gon’ get us out that f-ckin’ jam
this a glock with a switch, it might f-ckin’ jam
i bumped into a female co, that’s how i f-cked in jail
they bit him in the neck, n-gga, tucked his tail
they hit him with a tec, that’s how he f-ckin’ fell
i got real anthrax, you better not touch the mail
bring me a body scale, i’m finna bust a bail
[chorus]
it’s a great day, i made a hunnid racks
i just checked my bank account and did jumpin’ jacks
this n-gga c just called me with some f-ckin’ act
i can’t listen to your rap ’cause it’s a bunch of cap
i’m in an escalade v, this b-tch a crybaby
i’m goin’ louis head to toe, n-gga, i’ll buy macy ‘s
i told the b-tch, “stand in line,” she gon’ die waitin’
i did five fish before i went to prison, might go 580

- rio da yung og

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