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listen to me - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
what they be sayin’?
(1*800 for you)
okay
(what am i here?)
boyz in this b*tch, n*gga

[verse]
it’s nine in the morning, i just woke up
before i make an egg sandwich, i cook dope up
walked out of gucci with some boxes, bought the store up
couple shots, hit him up top, shape his fro up
these b*tches out here actin’ childish, need to grow up
i got bars for ninety dollars, but it’s blow up
i want smoke with all these p*ssy n*ggas, tell ’em roll up
i heard you caught a lil’ body, n*gga, so what?
i can get ten n*ggas dropped like my dad italian
i been chasin’ money bags like i’m meg thee stallion
committed to the dope game, i make sales with passion
shootin’ dice with louis on, takin’ l’s in fashion
bj swipe with gucci on, he do scams with fashion
i love the wockhardt so much, i can spell it backwards
the n*gga really shot at me, can you spell casket?
i made a million last week, can you tell i’m cappin’?
pew, that’s how you n*ggas sound
let me cut the work for you, i mix like dj brown (the realest)
nowadays, if you sh*t talk, you stealin’ rio’s style
and if you rap ’bout swipin’ cards, you took teejay’s sound
a middleman and bricks of soft, we on three*way now
i really get the work gone, i need an e*way now
b*tch, i road run for real, i’m on the freeway now
i just threw bro a, yeah
i just threw bro a lob, press replay now
brody said we gon’ come up long as we stay down
i ain’t never broke the code, so i won’t start now
i’m havin’ withdrawals off drank, i gotta fart now
i used to chase n*ggas on feet, i got a car now
i see you got a h*llcat, how much you drop down?
broke ass couldn’t even make a payment, it won’t start now
.308 go far, i could knock a f*ckin’ star down
i can get a n*gga whacked without sayin’ nothin’
all i gotta do is nod my head and them k’s bustin’
brush a n*gga head with .223’s, i see waves comin’
last n*gga tried some bullsh*t, he in the grave or somethin’
how you gon’ put me on a flight where i ain’t say i’m comin’?
he cash app*ed me a deposit, i got paid for nothin’
in the trap for seven days straight, d*mn near made a hundred
get rid of all the dope and move the guns, i feel a raid comin’
drivin’ on the sidewalk, i seen an opp walkin’
i ain’t have to say too much, the glock start talkin’
went to the er with my son, he had a bad fever
the doc’ was actin’ real cool, so i started coughin’
aim a .50 cal at your body, knock parts off it
b*tch p*ssy clean, i’ll l!ck some wockhardt off it
the chicken i just made, you can’t put no hot sauce on it
don’t judge me if i paid you once to f*ck, i had a boss moment
that n*gga fumbled with the sack, the crowd lost momentum
f*ck swiping, i spend cash ’cause it’s more simple
b*tch, that’s a scar on my right cheek, them ain’t no pimples
you ask me ’bout that sh*t again, i’m uppin’ four*nickel

[outro]
listen, man, don’t ask me sh*t else ’bout my face, man
ain’t no motherf*ckin’ pimple, b*tch
i been through real sh*t in my life
dumbass

- rio da yung og lyrics

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