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new munny - rmc mike & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
b*tch
what up, sav?

[verse 1: rmc mike]
slide on the opps with this chop, i’m an operator
yeah
dish the k to my brother ri’, we playin’ hot potato
sixteen lines of wockhardt, i’m finna drop an eighter
sh*lls leave the meat in your lap, i’m a taco maker
remain the same n*gga from years ago, just with a lot more paper
sh*t, i been stackin’ hard
hit the road with eleven bricks and a pack of r’s

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
my n*gga in the chi swipin’, they call it crackin’ cards
hey mike, ‘member when i popped dog up for actin’ hard?
shot him on the sidewalk, they found his body in the backyard
we don’t walk around with dog sh*t, we got black cards
mike always rappin’ ’bout somе food, fat bars
i’m rappin’ ’bout scales and dog food and crack bars
he was tough ’til i whipped thе pistol out, now he a track star
that ain’t wocky, bro, that’s bullsh*t lean, that’s wack*hardt

[verse 3: rmc mike]
it ain’t straight drop, i melt the dope down and cook it back hard
i can’t show no love to a b*tch, i got a black heart
farfetch shoppin’ online, i got a packed cart
mixin’ act with the wockeisha, that’s act*hardt
b*tch, put my d*ck in your mouth, that part
paint the streets with a n*gga brain, that’s black art
[verse 4: rio da yung og & rmc mike]
it’s the hundred k in blue hundreds for me
b*tch, act grown and take the d*ck, stop runnin’ from me
b*tch bad, p*ssy blew out, stop humpin’ for free
if you ain’t tryna get your brains blew out, stop comin’ for me
i got six crackheads with eight hundred all comin’ for me
nowadays, a thousand dollars a hundred to me
eighty racks on me, finna eat a steak mcm*ffin with cheese
how the f*ck you ain’t got no pape’? what, you hustlin’ for free?
mike my brother, he ain’t gotta give me sh*t, i’m bustin’ for free
thousand oranges, finna take the greyhound bus to the v
you tryna get three hundred for a gram, come to the t
empire called and said they got two hundred for dum n dumbber 3
i can’t eat, just popped a n*gga in his head, my stomach weak
yeah, she suck good d*ck, but ii wasn’t talkin’ ’bout her, that’s my other freak
i’m strapped too, so if you hit me in my head, i’m taking somethin’ with me
room so expensive, when i check out in the morning, i’m taking somethin’ with me
i ain’t gon’ lie, if i was kevin federline, i would’ve stuffed britney
no disrespect, but if i was bobby brown, i wouldn’t’ve f*cked whitney
what the f*ck, you roll a gram up? why your blunt skinny?
what the f*ck you buy from somerset? bro, your trunk empty
just made a sale with my mom dukes, i had lump with me

[verse 5: rmc mike]
cut a n*gga hard with a diamond, play tough with me
i just left the strip club with like eight drunks with me
a verse and video from rmc cost eighty*one fifty
i just popped two thirties, i ate one sixty
i got a store bag on me now full of money, weigh one*fifty

- rmc mike rio da yung og lyrics

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