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letra de shit talker - rio da yung og

[intro]
(marc boomin, we miss you)
yeah, what up, marc boomin, n-gga?
rio da yung og, n-gga, boyz in this b-tch
ayy

[chorus]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ sh-t talker
i am not a rapper, baby, i be sh-t talkin’
this draco made a n-gga jump, i just kris kross-ed him
tie a n-gga up, then drown him in a tub of flint water
i’m a sh-t talker, i just be sh-t talkin’
bring a shovel, thinkin’ you gon’ take this dog sh-t off me
put a kilo in the press, make this brick smaller

[verse 1]
put a kilo in the press, now this b-tch little
mama told me take a grip on life, i’d rather grip pistols
i don’t smoke, so i don’t break down ‘woods, i’d rather rip tissue
b-tch, raise your hand before you speak or i’ma dismiss you
i just got some bad news, we got a big issue
my people mama called me cryin’, he bought big crystals
had to switch the cut i used to use ’cause the mix k!lled him
my n-gga paid a b-tch and he ain’t f-ck, i think the b-tch tricked him
hit a n-gga with a bag and tell him get with me
i poured my cup and drunk it fast, i’m a big sipper
we in cali in the wraith with a big four-nickel
laid my seat back and i looked up and seen the big dipper
i’m arrogant, my head huge, and it’s gettin’ bigger
get my bag, perform my songs, and dip, i don’t tip strippers
stick your leg out, i’m shootin’ it off, you can’t trip a tripper
i’m tryna mix a thousand grams, i need a big blender

[verse 2]
who invented sh-t talkin’? n-gga, we did
if i ain’t f-ck the lil’ b-tch, then rmc did
this the same dope, when i hop on it, it’s the remix
i cut the work and made it fall, i need to remix it
this n-gga poured a two of yellow, what is he sippin’?
sold my opp some drank, i hope he die, i put bleach in it
say the ‘wood hittin’ too hard, i put some keef in it
beat her down and bust a quick nut, b-tch, you heard “3 minutes”
i watched a n-gga die off drank, but i’ma keep sippin’
f-ck six, i’m tryna stack like thirty-three figures
drunk some red and hit the booth to rap, i fell asleep in it
i been sippin’ since fifteen, i got weak kidneys
you say you did this and that, n-gga, keep cappin’
i got two guns on me, i’m strapped, bro, y’all can keep scr-ppin’
somebody find auntie some dope, she gon’ keep askin’
me and e drunk two eights and survived, told him rematch me

- rio da yung og

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