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letra de appreciate the hay - rmc mike & rio da yung og

[intro: rmc mike]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
b-tch

[verse 1: rmc mike]
i’m like, “hey,” she like, “what the f-ck that mean?”
you gotta be ready to spend a ten to get in touch with me
for the half, give me six, i need fourteen for the onion rings
stabbed him in the gut, he bled out, now his stomach clean
white boy tryna grow some weed, sold him pumpkin seeds
ricky hanging out the back window with the pump on him
right now, i’m off two oxycontins, bae, hump on me
spent a stack at the gas station, now the pump on e

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
car so big, gotta put eleven hundred on pump three (why?)
this a diesel truck
i need a couple o’s of red, hit diesel up
bank account so heavy, someone help lift my visa up
went to take a p-ss test for my po and poured green in the cup
d-mn, i’m finna go to prison
still lying, he like, “i know you drunk some lean,” i’m like, “no, i didn’t”
hold on, you ain’t blowing the k right, put your shoulders in it

[verse 3: rmc mike]
blew so many ‘woods on my porch, i know the ozone different
brodie sipping on some cut lean, it look oh-so different
the k blowing shapes, leave a n-gga with an oval in him
the lean breaking up my friendships, it got a hold on n-ggas
b-tch asked to hit my cup, i’m like, “hold on, n-gga”
sneaking on the plane, my carry-on got a long nose in it
up the glock like we taking pictures, want a photo, n-gga?
i know they showing love, but f-ck that, we don’t know those n-ggas
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i had to leave my b-tch alone, she ain’t appreciate the hay
in california with my brothers, told ’em leave me in the bay
you want a case of fake ‘wock, you could meet me in the a
been drinking lean since eight o’clock, you could see it in my face
if i stack the twenties up, they’ll be up by my waist
these some old hundreds, ben frank got wrinkles in his face
everybody with me got dracs, it’s kind of like they legal where i stay
lil’ bro don’t face blunts, but he shot a couple people in the face

[verse 5: rmc mike]
her p-ssy wetter than the ocean, left my wee-wee in for days
i just sold a thousand blues, we was deeply in the k
started with a h-llcat, now you can see me in the wraith
glock on me, eating dinner, took my gg out for steak
bro on fed bond, but he’ll pop you if i need him
i’m so high, i think i’m finna go record a song with jesus
real risk taker, my n-gga shipped a quarter ‘bow to egypt
b-tch sucked the d-ck and then i made her order up my pizza

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
you ain’t got these diamonds, they was ordered from another region
big chop on me, blow your ass to a hundred pieces
in the trackhawk crossing carpenter with my heater
kidd called me with some drank, now i’m flooring it through beecher
four-nick’ so loud, try me, this b-tch blowing like a speaker
out of drank, i texted extra o, he gave me forty for a feature
been f-cked up, i’m mad at mike, like, “record it when you beat it”
me or your n-gga, it’s a big difference from a foreign and an eater

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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