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letra de stay wavy - rio da yung og

[intro]
(pressure)

[verse 1: babyface ray]
i thought i told you n-ggas
put the food on the table, sat down, showed you n-ggas (let’s eat)
i don’t know you n-ggas
apply heavy press now, been done squoze you n-ggas (squeeze)
my homie blow through chickens
why you think when we out, it’s a motion picture?
coupe clean, but the rover tinted
i’m ridin’ low ’cause your ho up in it
i just hope she keep it quiet, you exposin’ b-tches
you spoke when i said don’t, you broke the code, my n-gga
on the block in rtas, you don’t know the denim (you don’t know them?)
we be grindin’ summer days, we couldn’t wait for winter (f-ck that sh-t)
n-ggas got they lil’ raps, i can’t wait to hear ’em
’cause they got some clever ways to state how we livin’
man, i got some better ways to change how we livin’ (for real)
until then, i’m touchin’ down, f-ck tryna send ’em
i went to hush to stop the chatter, bought a diamond pendant (stop the chatter)
one call, get a hundred on consignment, n-gga (come on)
no cap, i’m cool if i retired, n-gga
but i don’t see myself quittin’, ’cause i’m tired of n-ggas (sick of you)
chest poked out like they doin’ somethin’ (what?)
i need a million cash, i done blew a hundred (fact)
i ain’t quick to flash, ’cause i’m used to money
my youngin quick to shoot, he got a stupid jumper (eat that n-gga)
call me chuck e, i bust stupid moves
runnin’ with the plug and i was still in school
i’m on an all-green diet, i ain’t talkin’ food (uh-uh)
too much codeine in me, i can’t talk or move
took some losses, f-ck the pain, man, i feel numb (numb)
i know he heard me, i just prayed for a pill run (god)
you fake n-ggas skip this song, this for the real ones
you n-ggas love talkin’ down, but i’m still up (it don’t matter)

[interlude: babyface ray & rio da yung og]
you n-ggas love playin’ roles, i can’t act for sh-t
i just tell it how it is, i can’t rap for sh-t
you fake n-ggas skip this song, this for the real ones (wavy gang, boyz, all that sh-t, man, i’ma talk my sh-t real quick)
you n-ggas love talkin’ down, but i’m still up

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i just talk my lil’ sh-t, i ain’t rappin’, b-tch
bring me a roll of duct tape, i’m ’bout to wrap a brick
i hit a ho the first date, ain’t seen her ass since
i might just f-ck that b-tch again ’cause she ain’t ask for sh-t
he thought he bought a thousand pills, i sold his ass six
this n-gga keep countin’ hards, he can’t add for sh-t
my n-gga face just pulled up on me with some actavis
i hit a blunt of pink runtz, then my asthma kicked in
he pulled up in an i8, told him back it in
you paid a b-tch to let you f-ck, what bag you in?
this n-gga ray just took a picture with a half a chicken
he upped that b-tch on instagram, i told him tag me in it
i want a hundred for my drank, ain’t no deals or bargains
my shooter head f-cked up, he’ll k!ll his mama
my b-tch barely complain, i’m really the problem
walked in the crib and broke her phone ’cause i feel like arguin’
i’m at the white house
he thought he hit a line of soft, i broke a vic’ down
i’m in redford, sellin’ grams for four hundred on 5 mile
my fiend didn’t have a car to get to me, made him walk nine miles

- rio da yung og

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