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letra de today - rio da yung og

[intro: rio da yung og]
(it’s a wayne beat)
yeah, n-gga, we did this sh-t today, n-gga, you know what i mean?
september 16th
ayy

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
i was f-cked up, they ain’t lend a hand to me
i can’t believe these n-ggas thinkin’ ten bands money
oh, i thought a p-ssy n-gga said somethin’
’cause them the main n-ggas who be rattin’ when the feds come
on the internet talkin’ crazy
when i see him out in traffic, he ain’t said nothin’
we gon’ see who still around when the bread crumble
i got a 7 mile n-gga throwin’ b’s, he a head-buster
[interlude: louie ray]
naw, this ghetto boyz, bro, he from gb
that’s way out there

[verse 2: louie ray]
oh he from gb? he must’ve scr-pped good
f-g ass gettin’ his back rubbed by a black stud
nowadays, i probably walk around with a half hun’
i be hittin’ hoes i already f-cked with a half-hug
f-ck n-ggas, right now, i think it’s bad blood
in that case, they got my mindframe in a head hug
wakin’ up with dirty hoes, this a bedbug
playin’ with a lot of sh-t, you got bread crumbs
talkin’ now, was wearin’ a1s, you wear and1s
put it all in one rubber band and let the bands hug
yeah, n-gga
snubnose, no sh-ll, but it’s blood on the rug
i done done a lot of sh-t, so i’m the wrong one to judge
and i’m a lil’ too stiff, so i’m the wrong one to run

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
got it on our own, ain’t n0body throw nothin’ to us
and we ain’t havin’ bar fights, snuck chrome in the club
how you get the pills here? sh-t, i rode on the bus
i f-cked raw, ain’t wear a glove since i loaded up my gun
okay i’m tryna f-ck matasha, tired of holdin’ on my tongue
wanna check the soft out? gotta rub it on your gums
so many crackheads, i probably spent a hundred k in ones
mike crazy, he just put another hundred on a gun
[verse 4: louie ray]
i had two o’s and sold my n-gga one out of love
i don’t care who all with us, we got a gun in the club
okay, i’m old-school, i’m drinkin’ cough syrup out a mug
we ain’t lookin’ for no jose, ’cause we the plugs, n-gga
let’s shoot downtown and grab bruh
i’m on twenty-sixes, i can’t turn hard or they’ll rub
my n-gga sh-tted on himself, lied to me like it’s f-dg-
we been in that new sh-t goin’ around, beat him up
hahaha
one in the chopper, but it tore his stomach up
it’s cool on the internet, in person, eat his stomach up
we wouldn’t’ve never said we left him, we ain’t get our money up
f-ck it

- rio da yung og

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