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letra de window shopper - rio da yung og

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
what up, enrgy?
the top feels so much better than the bottom, hah (rio)

[verse]
ayy, broke n-gga, you a window shopper
i ain’t ’bout to scr-p with you, i’m a pistol popper
mini-draco on me now, this a little chopper
i’ll squeeze this b-tch all on your face, this is a pimple popper
i just bought a whole pint, you a liquor copper
fully switch on the glock, this a four-nickel chopper
military-issued bullets in it, each one fifty dollars
big dog, keep slippin’ off the chain, i need a different collar
put this oven on your head, now your biscuit risin’
i told my plug throw a brick, now it’s a chicken flyin’
baguetty-etties in my chain, you got little diamonds
what the f-ck, you writin’ statements? why a pencil by you?
stop rappin’ off them youtube instrumentals, buy ’em
don’t say sh-t when i cook dope, i think the kitchen wired
i was tryna keep it cool, then my pistol fired
thick bible on me while i’m rappin’, i’m a scripture writer
i’m at the set buyin’ sh-t, you just look through windows
balenciagas big as f-ck, when i wear these, i’m 6’2″
i’m finna shoot a crib up, i’ma need a rental
i don’t need a gun, i could k!ll someone with three utensils
hit him in his jaw, it went through, can’t you see the dimples?
bullets knock your t–th out, now you gon’ need dentures
went to church, got baptized and all, but i’ma keep sinnin’
we got a cheat code for the game, that’s why we keep winnin’
i know jerry got some drank, this n-gga keep grinnin’
dustin got some oxycontin 30’s, he want three a milligram
n-gga want some adderalls, i sold him three benadryls
n-gga pull up tryna scr-p with me, i bet we k!ll him
you don’t wanna buy these xanny bars, they thirteen-fifty
i can’t hold my head up, i been codeine sippin’
stab a n-gga in his neck, the wound three inches
n-gga really tryna make a k!lling, bring me a —-
ayy, i couldn’t say that word
take some sh-t you said and switch it up, i got a way with words
i walk around with dog sh-t, you got a baby t-rd
you got a pint of what? let me taste the syrup
caught a n-gga in the scat’ on mlk and third
throw a couple shots at it, i bet i make him swerve
.308 so big, when i shoot it, i can shake the earth
charge a n-gga sixty-five, sell him an eighth of dirt
he thought he bought some real drank, that was maple syrup
mixed it with a deuce of tylenol and karo syrup
these k bullets burn a head, boy, this ain’t no perm
bust a nut in a sl-t mouth, let her taste my germs
these percocets got me itchin’, b-tch, i ain’t got worms
high off drank, i keep seein’ sh-t, b-tch, i ain’t on sherm
just sent my n-gga to the store, i’d rather stay and serve
these n-ggas keep testin’ baby ghost, i guess they ain’t gon’ learn

[outro]
it’s funny how n-ggas get to screw-facin’ at me
anyhow, they ain’t got the heart to get at me

- rio da yung og

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