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letra de kookoo language - yn jay & rio da yung og

[intro: rio da yung og]
money is not everything, it’s the only thing

(it’s a wayne beat)

[verse 1: yn jay]
i’m with babytron
gun got a small boom, it was a baby bomb
i just went and bought a new watch so i can’t waste time (f-ck the fire, we got grease)
you a big fat liar, you faizon
i don’t show no love, i don’t want no love
i told the b-tch, “i’m tryna f-ck, i don’t want no hug”
my house expensive, i got ten thousand dollar rugs
tired of sippin’ lean out double cups, i think i need a mug
i need a coffee cup
i shot a n-gga in his neck, he had to cough it up
b-tch always at the gas station, she let pauly f-ck
can you shut the f-ck up? bro, you talk too much
i’on wanna hear it
and i’ll take a n-gga sh-t before i ever steal it
but i’on steal sh-t
i put bro in gun class ’cause he k!ll sh-t
and i just took a numbеr two but i still sh-t
you know i sh-t on n-ggas
and i’on f-ck with dawg no more, but that’s still my n-gga
we just can’t hang togethеr
i put two n-ggas on the rope and let ’em hang together
i make it rain in summertime, i’m finna change the weather
change the forecast
a million dollars ain’t sh-t, i need more cash
b-tch say i got a horse d-ck, she got a horse ass
sh-t!
sh-t talkin’ the whole song, they keep askin’, “where the chorus at?”
i know you muslim but i’m not, where the pork at?
and i’on need no knife to stab you, where the fork at?
but i’on gotta stab no n-gga ’cause i got glocky with me
and i drop twenty five twice, look like i dropped a fifty
that n-gga said he got dogsh-t but his pockets empty
i’m gonna slide on my opps like is you rockin’ with me?
i’m in the background gettin’ sloppy toppy, feel good
and i only really like the head ’cause it feel good
i got a tree branch on the k, it got real wood
and i just broke up with my b-tch but it’s still love (haahh)
romeo and juliet, sh-t, that’s real love
i put my hand on my heart, i’m tryna feel love
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
man, jay, you play too much
a lotta sh-t got said, but i ain’t say too much
girl, ain’t n0body tryna f-ck your stankin’ b-tt
better watch out for lil’ tay, he’ll drink yo’ cup
right now i’m chillin’ with my white boy, he papered up
i poured a five up, drunk out my baby cup
face in the pillow, f-cked her makeup up
and i know you lyin’ ’bout sh-t you sayin’, bro, hang it up
and yes i’m tryna f-ck this coochie, languish
he k!lled five n-ggas off some angel dust
a six of glass red, like paint in the cup
i wish virgil was alive, i’ll f-ck around and have that n-gga paint in my cup
it’s a deuce of green in there, bro, that ain’t my cup
yes, i’m a millionaire, i didn’t make that up
but look at how i move, i shouldn’t e’en have to say that stuff
they shot him in the stomach, f-cked his navel up
now that n-gga got two bellyb-ttons
i’m on 79th street tryna sell a b-tton
on some bullsh-t, you wanna trade yo’ gun in?
i could- i could make a b-tch stop what she doin’ if i say i’m comin’, like
like, if i say i’m comin’ over there
like, i could make a b-tch clear a whole schedule just if i say i’m comin’
then a b-tch opened her mouth ’cause i say, “i’m cummin'”

- yn jay rio da yung og

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