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letra de morning - rio da yung og

[verse]
i’ll come back to the hood, get on some bullsh-t
i’m a million dollar n-gga with a full clip
i manifested this in a bullpen
i’ll crank that in a b-tch p-ssy, “youu” with it
this n-gga said he got some actavis, he bullsh-ttin’
two thirties in the ‘k, i’ll drop the whole sixty
i’m tryna count a m in cash, i need somebody to do it with me
man, i need help
i’m in a trackhawk with no seatbelt
i’ll let this b-tch fire ’til the heat melt
i seen a n-gga rat and he ain’t even do a week in jail
forty-eight hundred for a ‘bow, how the weed smell?
these n-ggas sprayin’ terps on the lows
i just went to church with some ‘bows
i’m a dope fiend, i still found percs in the hole
i seen a n-gga put in work at a lo’
i can get a n-gga cracked for a chirp of some blow
we was in a lamb’ truck with a ‘k with us
i told her bring three friends, i got jay with me, and lil tay with me
scram scr-per n-gga, i came home and made eight-fifty
in two days, i’m a whole seller
i can sell a hundred ‘bows in two plays
hit ’em in his head with the nick’, he got a new fade
cut his top with the chop, but i don’t do fades
i’ll twist a n-gga sh-t like i do braids
cut a n-gga pint with grape kool-aid
knock that sh-t off his head like a toupee
‘fore i turn the coke to the hard, it look like toothpaste
did a show in russia for a hundred racks usd
told bro to keep a knife on him in the u.s. p
better have your sh-t in order if you shoot at me
they treat me like the president, you can’t do sh-t to ri’
we came back to the city in a bp
i just spent four hundred racks on two v’s
i’m off a perc’ 30, i don’t do e’s
you would probably think i’m hungry the way i chew beats
i love sh-t talkin’
i got a thousand blues on me, now i’m crip walkin’
i ain’t a crip though, i ain’t a blood either
i ain’t come to throw pape’, i’m in the club eatin’, they got good chicken
told—, alright, alright
told, i told promoters i ain’t comin’ ‘less they—
told promoters i ain’t comin’—, huh
told promoters i ain’t comin’ in the club ‘less jay booked with me
you gotta double book us
had a bottom bunk my whole fed bid, i wasn’t jumpin’ up there
some n-ggas p-ssed me off up in flint, i’m comin’ up there
last time i had a show in empire, somethin’ got slumped there
he p-ssed off he came close, so he punched a hair
the b-tch say she finna leave, i don’t f-ckin’ care
it was a snake in the grass and i wasn’t aware
my little brother sittin’ in the jail for what my cousin said
got a pint of hi-tech, we call ’em uncle red
never makin’ love with a sl-t, i don’t f-ck in beds, b-tch
i just bought a maybach, we can f-ckin’ hear it
you hit it with a blue light, so much nut in here
five years for a legal pipe, it wasn’t f-ckin’ fair
but i had to do my time if i did the crime
my young n-gga, real thug, b-tch, i’m with a slime
he’ll wipe his own brother nose
how much rio want for a show? i don’t f-ckin’ know
you gotta ask will
how much i want for a video, you gotta ask fill
why the f-ck they lie to us and say crack k!lls
unc’ seventy-five years old, he smoke crack still
did this sh-t independent, i ain’t have a deal
we had the best s-x, she took half the pill
it’s already one up top, ain’t gotta rack still
n-gga, you don’t know how them cold mats feel
it was ten years ago, he got smacked still

- rio da yung og

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