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sentimental values - rmc mike & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
b*tch
(i got so much enrgy)

[verse 1: rmc mike]
the chop hold sentimental values
your b*tch a crackhead, she pop valiums
unc’ had to flush a whole split inside the bathroom
forced my way into the game and i ain’t asked to
i need a home*cooked meal, f*ck some fast food
free benji, boy, he used to bring that bag through
lil’ b*tch think i’m a dog, i fed her catfood
i made her pay me on the first, now we back cool

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
brodie, this a whole ‘bow, you gotta weigh it right
i just drunk six o’s, that sh*t gave me life
n*gga snitched and still got twenty years, they should’ve gave him life
i’ll drive to oklahoma if they pay thе price
i’m out here sеllin’ half of grams for two*eighty*five
the sh*t i sell for fifty dollars look like a grain of rice
my fiend spent two thousand in a day, i made him stay the night
tried to take a look at doggy chain, d*mn near strained my eyes

[verse 3: rmc mike]
he knew his sh*t was fake, he didn’t look surprised
at the doctor office, six of red, tryna look alive
unc’ on the stove whippin’ hard like he cookin’ fried
new batch was unordinary, this sh*t took a five
i’m finna cop a split, watch me bubble off it
fifty cal was too f*ckin’ big, i took the muzzle off it
dog tried to middleman some ‘bows, ain’t make nothin’ off it
thousand some cards in this room, this a punch office
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i got some sh*t on my hip that’ll stop a train
fn with black tips, this b*tch’ll drop a plane
two glocks’ll make you lean back and do the rockaway
me and you could do the same sh*t, but we not the same
i’m plugged in, i put the script in my doctor name
picked her up and nutted on the seat after i got the brain
n*gga think his household safe just ’cause he got a baby
i f*ck around and rock the cradle like dr. j

[verse 5: rmc mike]
hold on, ri, i got a lot to say
liquid nitrogen the quickest way to pop a safe
n*ggas cap, said he want a ‘bow but only copped an eighth
boy, that chop shoot twenty*twos, that is not a k
focused on gettin’ legit money, it’s a lot of ways
phone slappin’, i can’t make a call like when it’s out of range
i don’t really know what that sh*t called, but it got a name
four thousand on me all blues, i ain’t got change

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
i tried to cook a zip in here, but mike said this the punch office
took the hot plate in the car and cooked the skun off it
how the f*ck you middlemanned a brick and ain’t make nothin’ off it?
sold his ass some gsc, he don’t smoke runtz often
i taxed him for the wrapper
got a gun on me, i can’t believe this n*gga think we scr*ppin’
if y’all think dumb and dumb3r hard, this a reenactment
had a zip in here, you buy two grams, you could keep the plastic
[verse 7: rmc mike]
i sip hi*tech and smoke weed for breakfast
short, fat n*gga, my b*tch tall, lisa leslie
i’ll gun a n*gga down with the cheapest weapon
or shoot the tommy gun for three days like a weekend special

[verse 8: rio da yung og]
we tote expensive guns, .223s and deserts
mama mad like, “why you spent two thousand on a piece of metal?”
ar*15 in my bed, we sleep together
bury you alive after i beat you with the weakest shovel

- rmc mike rio da yung og lyrics

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