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roll call - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
yeah

[verse]
this a real n*gga role call
b*tch, we finna have s*x, take your clothes off
pooter yellin’, “slatt,” he’ll wipe a n*gga nose off
i*75, seventy*five a piece, that’s road talk
n*gga better use his dome ‘fore it get blowed off
i’m in here with a brick of soft makin’ snowb*lls
i make them bands and put ’em up, i don’t show off
heard the opps in the club tonight, don’t call the show off
bah, we finna shoot it up
unc’ just bought a whole zip, he ’bout to oot it up
n*ggas p*ssy, gotta take a whole e to boot up
ayy, there them n*ggas go right there, brody, scoot up
caught a case, got put on house arrest, then i blew up
caught dawg, shot by his gas tank, that b*tch blew up
got pulled over with a ball of hard, i chewed it up
they let me go, i pulled up on a fiend, then i threw up
okay, it’s time to go to work, b*tch, i’m activated
since i came up, i send bro to the store, i be actin’ famous
i wasn’t even doin’ sh*t but exaggeratin’
i can’t lie, now i see the money have you actin’ lazy
is you gon’ pull up with the sh*t, or you procrastinating?
you say you want a whole thing, i’ma have to make it
rub the trigger soft and make it bust, call that m*st*rbating
three and a half grams in one ‘wood, we smoke the fastest eights
nfl game, throwin’ n*ggas bricks, i thought shaq was playin’
eighty*one shots at his whip, he thought kobe shot him
how the f*ck you go to golden sun and your rollie tockin’?
get behind a n*gga car and flash ar, he thought the police stopped him
grab a fiend, go upside his head with an old e bottle
smuggle act’ on an airplane in a lotion bottle
stuff a thousand pills in a b*tch in a trojan condom
fell asleep bustin’ at a n*gga, i ain’t know i shot him
i just found a deuce of act’, i ain’t know i had it
eye*shot from a four*five, they gon’ close the casket
i knew that n*gga hit some blow ’cause his nose was ashy
i’m tired of smokin’ backwoods, let’s roll a natty
pretty b*tch, no titties, ass flat, her clothes be baggy
every time them n*ggas throw a party, they show be canceled
police questioned me when i got caught, i ain’t know the answer
shot a video, then beat the n*gga ass and broke his camera

- rio da yung og lyrics

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