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rip o d (remix) - skooly lyrics

[intro]
alright, alright, alright
alright, alright, alright
p-ssy n-gg-, alright
yeahh (?)
alright now

[hook: skooly]
smoking weed
drinking lean
counting fast on tv
drinking lean smoking weed
counting fast on tv
smoking weed, smoking weed
smoking weed, smoking weed (cm’on)
rip og d, rip og d
look

[verse 1: skooly]
and we look on a mother f-cking dapper don
west side yeah you have you one
not the motherf-cking average one
im the one who didn’t ask for none
wait till you p-ssy n-gg-s ask for some
laugh in your motherf-cking face
bring wrath to your motherf-cking place
put a slash on your motherf-cking name
cause i ain’t in this mother f-cking game for no motherf-cking name or no motherf-cking fame
well maybe just a little bit of name
cause these b-tches doing anything for a little fame
(im) in it for a little bit of change
get my family off the motherf-cking ground
if i have some problem get my family out of town
p-ssy n-gg-s playing put your family in the ground
and them n-gg-s hate still i just took a motherf-cking pill give a f-ck how you p-ssy n-gg-s feel
have you n-gg-s stuck, when sh-t really get real
getting f-cked in a p-ssy n-gg- deal
coming up n-gg-s had it hard
young n-gg- came from the block
neighborhood sh-t don’t stop
too loyal to the motherf-cking mob

[hook: skooly (starlito)]
smoking weed
drinking lean
counting fast on tv
drinking lean smoking weed
counting fast on tv
smoking weed (i heard that), smoking weed (just recording)
smoking weed (yeah yea h), smoking weed (?)
(okay, okay) rip og d, rip og d (naw forreal)
(true story)

[verse 2: starlito]
tell you back in ’07 it was me, baldhead, elroy
cold money, double d at the yacht club
what’s f-cked up, out the names i said
2 free 1 dead 2 locked up
middle fingers up to the coppers
at the spot with the glocks and the choppers [?] (yeah forreal)
yeah, whole lot of drugs, everybody cooking like it’s potluck (whippin’)
now all my crimes white collar (shh)
hit the dice game, hit the car lot (skrr!)
bad b-tch bringing me the dollars
and i got the p-ss four dollars
yeah, real oh (?)
don’t sleep, so no pillow talking
i’m the realest in the ‘ville no steel, gotta tiptoe, cause i feel i’m getting followed
count so many hundreds blue ink all on my fingertips
shout my uncle bun, rip to pimp
put it on my patna for the rest of my life
have my money, have my family, have my respect i’m gon’ ride
(p-ssy n-gg-!) p-ssy n-gg- play with me, bet he gon’ die
gettin’ to the check, gettin’ fresh, gettin’ high
h-ll naw i wasn’t getting sleep i was just resting my eyes

[hook: skooly & starlito]
i’ve been smoking weed
drinking lean
counting fast on tv
drinking lean smoking weed
counting fast on tv
smoking weed, smoking weed
smoking weed, smoking weed (cm’on)
rip og d, rip og d
look

[verse 3: berner]

- skooly lyrics

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