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letra de different - rion saint

[verse 1- rion saint]
i dropped a xan in the soda, ripped the bong on the sofa then sh-t got a lil bit different
come around like a corner, if the spot gettin’ h-rny doing drugs on the counter in the kitchen
big b-ss knockin loud, big k.r.i.t. would be proud all the pictures on the wall keep slippin’
tryna reach for the stars, but i’m grabbing gold bars money is the new word for ambition
yeah my drink prescription and my fit look fitted so we walk in the door no knock (no knock)
yeah my hands tick smooth and i talk real nice so ladies be lovin’ my clock
the ground came loose but i got grey goose so f-ck it let’s take some shots (ay shots!)
clouds in the room, got winged white shoes, flyin’ in my jeremy scotts
b-tch

(i wasn’t gonna say this sh-t, but f-ck it. but everybody else got a story, why not? let’s get it.)

[verse 2- exy]
i was smokin good gas i did my dance then sh-t got a lil bit different
room start spinnin’ and my girl starts trippin’ and the next thing you know we dippin’
out of the party to a brand new spot cause n-ggas got rowdy started puttin’ up shots
hoes comin’ through in the booty shorts, make that -ss clap like backboards
takin’ body shots like luke cage
takin’ head shots like luke cage
forget about everything the next day
we drink it straight ’round here n-gga don’t chase
once i finish this fifth n-gga leave us alone
f-ck her on the porch we don’t make it back home
drink enough for two n-ggas like i have me a clone
snapchat story of her givin’ me dome
lame–ss n-gga please try to catch up
4 a.m. and we still pourin’ up
let’s get it

(ay bro, where we goin’ later? i swear, either i’m seein’ double or all these white b-tches look the same)

[verse 3- rose gold]
edible been in my system not even 25 minutes and then sh-t got a lil bit different
i got a packet of rillos and a sack of the indo and now i’m p-ssin’ em around robert griffin
handle of hennessy, smokin’ white widow call it jacqueline kennedy
all my homies cashin’ out at the dispensary
and the adderall gettin’ me energy, she want a boyfriend
baby that ain’t my specialty
yeah, i’m m-th-rf-ckin’ impaired think i’ma need some water
think i’ma need somethin’ stronger
trippin’ over my words but i don’t stumble in balenciagas
send shots if you wanna
how you actin’ drunk when you only five sips in?
you be gettin’ drunk and you get to dry snitchin’
get throwed with my dogs, live and die wit’ em
you don’t get it like this we just a lil bit different

- rion saint

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