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motivation - rio da yung og & louie ray lyrics

[intro: louie ray]
you know what time it is
we blood brothers, right?
this sh*t should motivate ’em, right?
like i know this pape
i’m lookin’ at the way i made it, it should motivate you (right)
talkin’ to it like i know the pape’
i’m lookin’ at the way i made it, it should motivate, boyz
talkin’ to it like i know the pape’ (still grindin’, n*gga)
ookin’ at the way we made it, it should motivate, n*gga
[verse 1: louie ray]
i drunk two fours of green, that’s a weak eight
my cross was done fast as h*ll around week eight
i’m ridin’ with six or seven ‘bows, i’m in a weed state
diamonds spark clear as h*ll like when a brick break
told the b*tch sit the f*ck down, she asked, “which way?”
put me in a lineup of n*ggas, they gon’ pick ray
i was rockin’ mauri alligators, fightin’ a dope case
way before i ever had a crowd, was in a foot chase
had a b*tch that had a credit card, i should’ve cooked chase
brodie had his mask on, you saw who face?
just because i wanna do it, get the coupe sprayed
i could smoke runtz and rock amiris on a tuesday
slangin’ out the side door, my n*gga playin’ the hoop game
curve was sh*ttin’ in an ss, but then the coupe came
serial number already scratched off, but this the new thing
see an opp, blow that b*tch down like the shooting range
money*getter ’round, a b*tch down to do everything
see a n*gga down, they wanna see you sell everything
did dirt, got did dirty and everything
really from the dirt, so i got dirty for everything
see, got them cathedral ceilings, what’s the alarm code?
you can see the chandeliers gleam through the weed smoke
diamonds worth a house, i rock a check with white tees on
got it out the mud, ain’t have a shoulder to lean on
i’m from flint, where n*ggas stand out, but ain’t seen, though
ratchet b*tches still got the miss me jeans on
you can smell the sack that i got on me, it’s creed strong
rio pourin’ red he got prescribed for a head cold
give me that shh— strong sh*t that i dance on
was just cookin’ up, that’s why i got all these fans on
get your b*tch ass dropped, man, not the one you put hands on
keep a n*gga with me that’s gon’ rock like a band blow
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i be talkin’ to the paper like my mind bad
you ain’t never seen a kilo with your lyin’ ass
f*ckin’ with the wrong n*ggas got me fightin’ the feds
like how the f*ck i get indicted for a dime bag? (how?)
i got the pape’ to beat the charges and get probation
if i can do it, you can do too, n*gga, this motivation
the first sale i ever made, i was at roller haven
like i just came to make a play, f*ck some roller skates
f*ck a pound, i know them white n*ggas that’s growin’ acres
you f*cked your whole crop up, you only growin’ eigthies
f*ck a cast, we buy ars with the shoulder braces
i tried to drop a hundred shots and break my shoulder
i told louie roll a quarter, i just wanna smell it
you ’round the plug and you ain’t hustlin’, you just wanna tell sh*t
i’m legit, but bought some dope, man, i just wanna sell it
i’m mad as f*ck i smell some pink runtz and can’t inhale it

[outro: louie ray]
talkin’ to it like i know the paper
i’m lookin’ at the way i made it like this motivation
talkin’ to it like i know the paper
i’m lookin’ at the way i made it like this motivation, hmm

- rio da yung og louie ray lyrics

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