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letra de no big homie - rmc mike & rio da yung og

[intro: rmc mike]
(marc boomin, this you?)
ayy, ayy
alright
(boomin’ need extras)
run off on a b-tch, yeah, i dipped on her
hey

[chorus: rmc mike]
okay, ty walked in with a glock, it had a switch on it
dog want another zip, i put the mix on it
i ain’t never wore rick owens
but them diamonds on my chain doin’ flips on you
yeah, i knew that ass fat, look at the hips on her
make a dollar out the b-tch, threw a pimp on her
p-ssy had dog sh-t on him
cam’ron, i’ll knock a n-gga ass out, then p-ss on him
i ain’t never had a big homie
[verse 1: rmc mike]
hope my big brother never switch on me
i do this sh-t for my loved ones, i’m gettin’ rich for ’em
b-tch ran up and got stiffarmed
keep two forties in my pants to keep my d-ck warm
got a new b-tch from j-pan, she do insurance
jumped in that water, bet hе drowned, it had a big current
f-ck a b-tch for an hour, i got endurancе
so much ice on my neck, i got a b-tch starin’
b-tch, why you starin’ at me like that?
hogtied the b-tch down, she couldn’t fight back
dancin’ on the work like i’m mike jack
i’m finna pour a whole f-ckin’ brick in this b-tch, bring me an icepack
he ain’t really hard, n-gga, where the hype at?
i ain’t want no motherf-ckin’ mountain dew, where my sprite at?
i spilled lean on my 12 max, where the rice at?
i knew she was gon’ give the p-ssy up, where the price at?
just like that
b-tch, tuh
b-tch checked my phone twelve times, i ain’t write back

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
pint of green just knocked me out, i ain’t fight back
calm down ‘fore you get yourself k!lled with your hype ass
i ain’t never stoppin’ in a neighborhood, i just fly past
oh, your plug can’t get the work? i can bypass
every time lou get a pint of wock’, he let me buy half
michael drunk a fifth of liquor in a pint with his white ass
you don’t suck d-ck? you might won’t see me again with your shy ass
i was finna take the n-gga presi’ off his wrist, but i can buy that
heard your baby daddy got spilled, where he die at?
took a n-gga chain off his neck, in the car’s where he cried at
it’s wintertime, but i got enough heat to bring july back
left my jewelry in the car overnight, now i can use it as an icepack
if i ever sold you cut lean, let me buy it back
’cause i know some ogs payin’ high for that
n-gga shoot his shot at my b-tch, i’ma fire back
sh-t, mike, you could probably come back in, i’m too high to rap
[chorus: rmc mike]
okay, ty walked in with a glock, it had a switch on it
dog want another zip, i put the mix on it
i ain’t never wore rick owens
but them diamonds on my chain doin’ flips on you
yeah, i knew that ass fat, look at the hips on her
make a dollar out the b-tch, threw a pimp on her
p-ssy had dog sh-t on him
cam’ron, i’ll knock a n-gga ass out, then p-ss on him
i ain’t never had a big homie

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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