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letra de eligible - rmc mike & rio da yung og

[intro: rio da yung og]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
alright

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
i’m on stockdale, me and d from west, past eaton
n-gga take a shot at me, he gettin’ a death pass easy
mad at myself ’cause i left dog breathin’
oh, we talkin’ chips? n-gga, i’m a big bag eater
rest in peace my n-gga mo, that sh-t f-cked up
them n-ggas caught him down, man, they lucked up
next n-gga pull his roll out, he gettin’ stuck up
an sk’ll turn a scatpack to a putt-putt
two thousand pounds on a mack truck
two million dollars cash in a macbook
six years ago, me and bro drunk all the act’ up
hittin’ her from the back off a ‘zac, f-ckin’ her tracks up
i heard they found your dog bubble-wrapped up
your mama brother sold you hit dope, hit your uncle back up
soon as he pull up, i’m uppin’ k, make him back up
two hundrеd rounds on the state boy car, they callеd for backup

[verse 2: rmc mike & rio da yung og]
six guns on me, i ain’t gotta call for backup
a n-gga whipped the mag out in my face and got his strap took
f-ck a macbook, i got a fat book
i was tryna stroke her from the side, my leg cramped up
did that one dance too many times, f-cked my back up
i know mike off percocets, he smoked my black up
hey, no, i didn’t, n-gga, i smoke newports
i swear to god i say that b-tch word better than too short
b-tch, oh, let’s get back to the schedule
feelin’ like gotti, my whole crew is recession-proof
i think the b-tch lied to my face, i gotta test the proof
i’m tryna f-ck keisha, amanda, and alexis too
rio tryna f-ck ch-nk, gabby, and pleasure too
i learned how to shoot a gun before i learned the letter two
[verse 3: rio da yung og & rmc mike]
dope so good, i be in the hood sellin’ residue
they asked how mike spit so hard, he got an extra tooth
i been runnin’ up a bag, i ain’t been s-xual
me and mike beat the game in one day, you still on level two
aim the k in a crowd of people, shot seven dudes
high as h-ll, fell asleep driving, i ate an edible
wrote my name in a b-tch p-ssy, it wasn’t legible
plug pulled up with fake wock’, i bought an extra two
made a hundred off of rap, i wasn’t edd eligible
b-tch sucked the d-ck and ate the nut, i’m scared of you

[verse 4: rmc mike & rio da yung og]
oh, you got caught with your new glock? i’m a felon too
if i catch you hangin’ ’round a rat, i think you tellin’ too
i don’t just know lil d, i know helen too
if i say, “b-tch,” on your song, i’m blessin’ you
i don’t just f-ck with lil e, i f-ck with kevin too
just beat the sh-t out a tall n-gga, he was 7’2″
if the p-ssy tight and the head great, i’ma marry you
i don’t just f-ck with dz, i know barry too
i already beat that n-gga ass, his brother scary too
i be with kurt, louie ray, and jerry too
walked in the crib, slammed me on his head, and punched mary too
knocked his— ah, he need a fairy tooth

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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