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dope fein friday - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat
sh*t
ghetto boyz sh*t, man you know what the f*ck goin’ on

[verse]
s560 with reclining seats in the back
f*150, finna bring a hundred pounds of weed back
jump out on a n*gga in broad day, f*ck a ski mask
say*u*fin*do*what? where my heat at?
deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce
we just drunk a ten
lil’ b*tch had a good shot, i wanna f*ck again
rap got me out the dope game, but i’m stuck again
got caught in walmart, i will never use a punch again
have you ever seen me out in public, with less than ten on me?
have you ever seen me out in public, without fn on me?
you ever seen a n*gga get his head blew off, sh*t get real, don’t it?
okay, i understand he want four thousand for a pint, but i still want it
i can’t wait until we get the drop
i can’t wait ’til we find them n*ggas block, i’m buyin’ a crib on it
thirty shot glock with a switch, i wanna k!ll somethin’
before the e.d.d. sh*t came around, i had a real hundred
thirty*five hundred for a pint without the seal on it
i act mean to my dope fiends, i’m a drill sergeant
i’m feeling kinda sick, i need a head doctor
if i paid five hundred for a line, then it was red, probably
yeah, that n*gga took a shot at me, but he dead, probably
i was buyin’ act two for twenty*five, wearing ed hardy
four*five make you move around, alright
four*five make the crowd move around like i just farted
picked up the mic last year and made a million, and i just started
jump out on ’em with a** okay, d*mn he just sharted
i don’t think his car gon’ go in drive no more, ’cause i just parked it
cougar b*tch ‘cross the street was tryna f*ck, she look like ms. parker
joggin’ pants full, fifty racks in ’em
moncler bubble on, with a strap in it
wild as h*ll, will knock a n*gga out and i scr*p with b*tches
hit him in the chest with the k, he just back*flipped it
you can’t rap about the drank, you ain’t an act sipper
f*ck the nba, my motivation was a crack dealer
we can’t be f*ckin’ for that long, i’m a fat n*gga
you will never see me wit’ a fitted on, ’cause i don’t cap, n*gga
we all talkin’ ’bout the same sh*t, but i rap different
last time i seen a pyrex jar, it was crack in it
i been at your b*tch crib if the ashtray got blacks in it
i hope this b*tch getting set to play, ’cause i only brought a stack wit’ me
the n*gga that i’m wit’ throw bricks, i got shaq wit’ me
real plug, you can get a zip for a stack fifty (ten*five)
i be at the liquor store, in the back, chillin’
my n*gga got shot six times, he say his back healing
lil’ b*tch won’t shut the f*ck up, gave her ass ritalin
trendsetter, think im finna put forty pointers in a ______
and i got a real plug on actavis, but they in britain
baby, i ain’t pop no percs before we f*ck, gimme six minutes
[outro]
ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat

- rio da yung og lyrics

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