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810 nigga - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: rio da yung og]
what up, h*lly?
it’s rio da yung og, n*gga, boyz in this b*tch, n*gga
what up, vez? iur sh*t (h*lluva made this beat, baby)

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
i’m an 810 n*gga, but i’m good in the d
got love on the west and i’m good on the east
shout out my n*gga h*lly, put his soul in this beat
hit you in your top, leave your soul in the street
this n*gga locked up and he owed me some cheese
i think i’ma f*ck the n*gga ho ’til he free
my glock a strip club, it’s a pole and it’s heat
this f*ckin’ .308’ll leave potholes in the street
ghetto boyz, b*tch, this sh*t really on the floor
free peezy, i’ma make her scream it when i hit the ho
i’m a boss, you a worker, n*gga, get the door
n*ggas wave ridin’ so hard, they gon’ flip the boat
blow a n*gga candles out, his body gettin’ cold
my f*ckin’ back went out hittin’ the dope, i think i’m gettin’ old
knock a n*gga head off, i gotta switch my clothes
white tips in the ar, this b*tch got pretty toes
d*mn, unc, let me hold somethin’
slimy, wipe a n*gga sh*t like his nose runnin’
i’m grimy, i’ll take a n*gga’s soul over four hundred
try me, i bet i catch a body, dej loaf know me
i’ll stomp the dope twice in some waverunners
ak smokin’ and choo*chooing like a train coming
shootin’ k’s at the thanksgiving parade, we just rained on it
neurological when she suck d*ck, i need a brain surgeon

[interlude: icewear vezzo]
what?
what?

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
yeah, shoot him in his top, now his brain hurtin’ (bah)
f*ck an opp, you never popped no chopper, yeah, your k virgin, ayy
i be out the way, but i stay servin’ (yeah)
left thirty*eight 7.62s, that’s eight hundred, n*gga (that chopper)
always gettin’ high, b*tch, i stay buzzin’ (skrrt)
i pour a pop and need another line like the page turnin’ (gettin’ high, n*gga)
yeah, got a ghetto b*tch, she a head hunter (for real)
between the block, rap, and sellin’ wop, do the same numbers, n*gga (that’s a fact)
turn a n*gga wraith to a drophead (skrrt)
we shoot it out, i throw that b*tch away like the glock dead (bah)
ayy, got an attitude, i’m a hothead (yeah)
this thug life, i take a n*gga money like pac said, b*tch (ghetto boy)
sign on the 40 say, “stop playin'” (p*ssy)
them shots dumpin’, i’ll drop somethin’, got hot hands, n*gga (got hot hands)
if you ain’t caught no body, we not friends (uh*uh)
the drank god, i got her on her knees and she not prayin’, ugh (drank god)

- rio da yung og lyrics

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