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gheto philosophy - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
ooh, sav
four hours to southfield, n*gga
it’s what up sav
ghetto boyz sh*t and i’ma keep saying that
aight

[verse]
the worst thing a b*tch could say to me is she pregnant
the last n*gga we had beef with, we beheaded him
the other side tellin’ on us, i’m scared of them
i’m high as h*ll drinkin’ red, man, i know the method man
the way i ran the money up, i got seven legs
hit a rasta n*gga in his head, he got seven dreads
n*ggas ain’t stop me from sh*t, the tether did
i’m finna write a book then put sh*t talking in the letterhead
three thousand for this louis v letterman
55 thousand for the watch, it’s a skeleton
like i ain’t sick at all, but i keep taking medicine
stop talking ’bout what you did before, it’s irrelevant
when i need a peace of mind, i hit the studio
i’m finna sh*t on y’all, i’ma need an extra booty hole
three percs, beat a b*tch down ’til her coochie swole
shoppin’ in the louis vuitton store with all gucci on
next day i’m walkin’ through dior with louis on
b*tch, i’m a trendsetter
pour some water on the qualitest, i’m a thin stretcher
i got the weight of the world over me, i’m a bench presser
b*tch yo baby daddy not a plug, he a temp tester
i ain’t gon’ lie, sh*t, i used to work at chrysler
my b*tch was there when i was f*cked up, it’s only right i ice her
they thought i was hard when i dropped testers, but i’m kinda nicer
yeah i got some dogsh*t put up, but i’m kinda shiesty
every b*tch i f*cked said she never met n0body like me
i got a glock 9 on my hip, why you tryna fight me?
b*tch, suck the d*ck like you grown, stop tryna bite me
i don’t make love, i f*ck hoes hard, why you tryna ride me?
opps bought all them d*mn guns, i thought they was slidin’
come to find out them n*ggas dead, i thought they was hidin’
told y’all i’ma take this sh*t over, y’all thought i was lyin’
a four of red and 30 percocets, i thought i was flyin’
i’m so high, i’ma need a f*ckin’ parachute
my shooter bummy, he’ll k!ll you for a pair of shoes
four o’s of wock’ by myself, i drunk a pair of two’s
i’m gettin’ money, i can f*ck any b*tch i want
nowadays, it’s 18 hundred for every six i punch
i don’t get high, but i just bought another f*ckin’ zip to smoke
this drunk b*tch threw up, then asked me, “where the liquor go?”
lift her leg up and penetrate her, now she pigeon*toed
made this knot in 60 seconds, this a minute roll
28 hundred all dubs, that’s a trickin’ roll
gettin’ money, doin’ anything, i might dip my gold
the first time i caught a homicide, was at the liquor store
had to pay a thousand dollars, just to buy the footie
ain’t sh*t sweet, but i be in l.a tryna buy a cookie
any b*tch’ll let me f*ck for free, i ain’t buyin’ p*ssy

- rio da yung og lyrics

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