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letra de rio n mike flow - yn jay & rmc mike

[intro: rmc mike & rio da yung og]
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b-tch
what up, sav?
mmm
what up, jay?
what he say? yes, sir

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
i’ll never fold, i stick to the street code
i ain’t wearin’ these gucci shoes no more, they a week old
she like, “rio, why you hit me like that? you did me wrong”
circle, left, right, up and down, i use the cheat codes
if i shoot this fn, it’s gon’ travel for a week long
make a hard left, then bust a right, that’s what street we on
we bustin’ if they turn right too hard, that’s what we on
.223 missed a n-gga head and chopped a tree down
[verse 2: rmc mike]
when you speak on g.o.a.t. talk, mention me and ri’
purple jeans, off-white sweater, boots d&g
dropped dum and dumber twice and went tnt
i know a young n-gga doin’ life for a b&e
d-mn, is you kiddin’ me?
fn and i get along, we got chemistry
shoot h-rnets out the snubnose, i’m a k!ller bee
caught him servin’ out the wrong zone, he caught a penalty
dog a rat drinkin’ on turtle, call him master splinter
and my heart cold as february, you can ask december
one thing you’ll never hear me say is, “bro, pass the swisher”
how your b-tch got perfect titties with nasty nipples?

[verse 3: louie ray]
somebody tried to make me laugh, it ain’t tickle me, though
still tryna f-ck bri with the cameltoe
gettin’ out the car so f-ckin’ much ’til the handle broke
we ain’t gettin’ along at all right now, where the balance go?
i’ma come still grindin’ feel with new balance on
we at somerset just grabbin’ sh-t, sayin’, “add it on”
used to drive the mag’ pearl white with the cantaloupe
i done smoked three or four zips tryna bag a ‘bow

[verse 4: yn jay]
bro, grab some popcorn, it’s a movie clip
i just served a new— her name juliet, ayy
two men and a truck, i’m finna move some sh-t, ayy
i know the coochie good when the booty grip
[verse 5: king ca$hes]
netflix and d-ck, yeah, that’s a movie date
a half pint of green, that’s a moody eight
she brought her best friend, got her coochie ate
her titties fake, but my t-shirt human made
i got a text from my plug, “boy, do your thing”
i did a half ‘bow in eighths, what’d you do today?
with the money, me and bro make it boomerang
and treat opp n-ggas’ blocks like shooting range

[verse 6: rmc mike]
beat a n-gga ass with my belt like pootie tang
i tried to hit her from the back, but her booty stink

[verse 7: yn jay]
i been waitin’ all day on the load to come
i hit a b-tch first night, that’s a hole in one
i don’t know which one to pick, it’s confusing me
mad as h-ll at the juice, it’s abusing me
i’m k!llin’ these n-ggas, read the eulogy
i heard they want smoke, i diffuse the beef

- yn jay rmc mike

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