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letra de chocolate 41 - rmc mike & rio da yung og

[intro: rmc mike]
ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat
b-tch!

[verse 1: rmc mike]
chocolate face 41 on, look like a piece of cake
i love bro, he get them bows gone in a decent rate
i done rolled trees in every single f-ckin’ pop, i can’t defeat the taste
mike been goin’ hard, i can’t stop, i didn’t bleed the brakes
i’m tryna make a million dollars for jesus’ sake
called rio with a pint of ack, he said “leave ’em eighth”
i poured a four in a can of pop, you wouldn’t believe the taste
i camе back home with some clothes, you wouldn’t bеlieve it’s fake

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
b-tch think i’m really pullin’ up, i’m a week away
hit him in his head with the chop’, you should’ve seen his face
put a hole in a b-tch heart, ‘so big she gon’ bleed for days
got a freaky b-tch with me, gettin’ high and drinkin’ skeet and drank
tryna count a hunnid up in small bills, i’ma need a day
dawg got his shoes tied tight ’cause his feet stank
yo’ mans got hit with a k, i’m with freeze eatin’ cheesecake
hunnid-thousand-dollars, all dubs, the illegal way
woke up and went shoppin’, i might buy a de today
then i ran into a soft plug in montego bay
okay, i know i got a pint but i need more drank
n-gga better tuck his chain in, it’s a debo day
get yo’ ass knocked out like yo’ pops do
i just poured so much wock, it turned the pop blue
overk!ll when i grip the steal, i won’t sop shootin’
f-ck, let me stop drinkin’ this lean, i gotta drop tooth
[verse 3: rmc mike]
ri’, i need some lean bad, i can’t stop cootin’
d-mn, the b-tch ain’t got no ass, but it’s a lot movin’
okay, we popped another opp, we got the drop to him
lou’ came home with the zaza’s, got the spot boomin’
tell my b-tch you wanna have s-x, but she a mean f-ck
scooter on the floor, shootin’ ducks, he tryna clean up
boy, you nasty, hittin’ anything, you let a fiend f-ck
gave lil’ d a pint of tris, like “put the green up”

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
d-mn it, i been tryna f-ck you for some years with yo’ mean b-tt
wock, wock, black, black, black, put the weed up
oxycontin, 30mg, tee’d up
tryna drink two pints right now, hit two gs up
i know double tryna drop a bag, motherf-cker
i remember drinkin’ red, f-cked up down to my last cent
i feel like berry, turned around in the o and get some fast money
them dumbass n-ggas gon’ beat you and them up, bunch of crash demos
i ain’t pay n0body for a n-gga that i could’ve shot myself
i’m bustin’ off the hip instantly, d-mn near popped myself
you ain’t gotta hold me down when i do this time, sh-t, i got myself
f-cked up in the head, seen my stash, almost robbed myself
heard ya’ll really workin’, finna go talk to god myself
all the lean got you goin’ in and out, i want a nine myself
n-gga did some dumb sh-t, fried his taco sh-ll
200k on me in dubs, eatin’ taco bell
[outro]
ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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