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letra de mannn stop - rmc mike & rio da yung og

[intro: rio da yung og]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
ghetto boyz sh-t n-gga, you know what the f-ck goin’ on
what up baby, what up mike (yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
man, y’all n-ggas better stop it
up the rocket, make a n-gga car look like it got hydraulics
i probably done touched more p-ssies than a gynecologist
nowadays when i go buy jewelry, i bring diamond options
lemme run into an opp while in miami, he gon’ die on college
it don’t matter if he from the street no more, my cousin died in college
buzz still f-ckin’ with the [?]
i miss my b-tch granny, she get drank, babe tell your momma find her momma

[verse 2: rmc mike]
titanium bullets in this glock, forever wakanda
fat n-gga but i bet i touch more ass than ethical boxers
went to war with this baby drake, i got veteran responses
man this b-tch p-ssy taste so bad, i used a pressure washer
i spilt the drank on the floor, i tried to peel the carpet
greedy n-gga, i’ll k!ll my momma for a two hundred thousand
ri’ just dropped a whole pint, i’m finna tell my momma
was finna hit the lil’ b-tch but she smell like condoms

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
if the dog was some sh-t today, it failed tomorrow
n-gga in the county cryin’ bout his case, he finna tell tomorrow
if a n-gga take a shot at me today, i’m raisin’ h-ll tomorrow
i got a thousand blue pills i gotta sell tomorrow
will i make a million? time will reveal, i’m [?]
mike took the hammer out his pants and nailed the car
i’ve been eyeballin’ all day, i’mma use a scale tomorrow
it’s late as h-ll, i’m finna drop a 4, i got a pint, we drinking 12 tomorrow
[verse 4: rmc mike & rio da yung og]
punch a n-gga hard in his face, he won’t smell tomorrow
my dope movin’ slow, aye ri’ you got a cell i can borrow?
n-gga give me 40 thousand right now, i’ll sell my car
tried to uplift my new b-tch but she failed my heart
mmmm, can you tell i’m tired?
b-tch wasn’t tryna go home, you can tell she fired
it’s hot as h-ll, this n-gga got a sweater on i can tell he wired
sav, lemme see the h-llcat, all you smell is tires
no aventador, i hit the hood in a gallardo
i let my fiend loosey, she get pills, ricky ricardo
sales been fiend out, i gave him percs for my car note
flew back to the city, quick as h-ll, like where the car go?
i just stuffed like fifty thousand blues in my cargos
[?] just shot up a whole ounce now his arm swole
babygirl just shot up a whole house, now the alarm on
if i say “lean on me today”, don’t put your arm on me
highway, gettin’ dumb brain from a r-t-rdo
she talm bout “keep goin'”, i’m like no i’m finna park hoe
bro, i just beat the bouncers ass now the bar closed
bro, this a glass pint of red, read the bar code
i just put some water in the wock, it look like [?]
one arm, servin’ n-ggas in the fifth, call me marco
stale face when she say she love me, my heart cold
twelve eights we drank in one day
bro your heart gon’ blow
[outro: rio da yung og]
sh-t mike, twelve eights in one day man?
ghetto boyz sh-t, you know what the f-ck goin’ on
free the whole ghetto

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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