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supercharged - rmc mike & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
b*tch

[verse 1: rmc mike]
boy, you don’t wanna race, this a six*point*four liter
supercharged up, and this b*tch a four*seater
don’t approach rio when he high, he like to ho people
i ain’t sippin’ drank unless i get it from my own people
i just stuck the tip in, she hollerin’, “oh, jesus”
made a hundred k with my pops, he an old g*nius
i’m still doing fill*ups, i got old visa
take me ten minutes to heat up like a cold pizza

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
the h*llcat loud as f*ck, i love to cold start it
this a 2020, b*tch, this ain’t no old charger
crank this b*tch from a mile away with a remote starter
i’m finna peel these potatoes, bring me a bowl of water
heard doggy sniff a lot of blow, he got a nose problem
this an fn five*seven, this ain’t no chopper
i could drop a hundred shots out this b*tch with no problem
use the glock to drop the promoter, this b*tch a show stopper

[verse 3: rmc mike]
unc’ been doin’ lines all night, he got a coke problem
heard you went to school four extra years, ain’t get no smarter
cut my b*tch off ’cause she borin’ like a soap opera
sellin’ hoop seats around the world, harlem globetrotter
b*tch, i’m serious
knock my b*tch tooth out her mouth for sayin’ period (period, pooh)
now the b*tch talkin’ ’bout she g*y, she just curious
hit 96, i need a driver that’s experienced
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i don’t want no f*ckin’ wockhardt, bring me a pint of red
i just smoked a pack of blacks, now i’m lightheaded
made my b*tch swallow twenty grams and told her digest it
i can bust a k with my left, but i’m right*handed
i’m ambidextrous
broke a metal fork cookin’ up, i got a heavy wrist
b*tch, don’t call me by my government when i’m selling tenths
pull up to the trap, knock on the door, and ask for darius

[verse 5: rmc mike]
hi, my name mike, i’m a rapper, i like sellin’ sh*t
got an eight a red from the pharm’, paid eleven cents
we movin’ up past the eastside, f*ck the jeffersons
big bro slid in the ‘vette, look like a peppermint
i still want that aston martin
nephew popped eight xanny bars and crashed the charger
i tried to help you get a bag, but your ass r*t*rded
hit the road with eighty thousand cash in the stash compartment

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
the ar got monkey nuts and a collar on it
i don’t like to shoot this b*tch at night ’cause it holler, don’t it?
pulled up on an opp and made him strip, threw a dollar on him
i think frank just passed out, throw some water on him
i got the best work
i been itchin’ for two days, these the best percs
seven hundred seven horsepowers’ll make your neck jerk
b*tch p*ssy broke and start bleedin’, but her neck work

- rmc mike rio da yung og lyrics

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