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high on los rios - yeroc lyrics

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big big diamonds they be all on my neck
big big watch thats a audimar piguet
n*gga wanna off me cause i’m next
lawyer want to call me i can’t even text

old b*tch acting like she entitled
singing on the d*ck like american idol
cancel my subscription i don’t f*ck with tidal
ar15 that’s a real big rifle

n*gga was my main man i hated he folded
i can rap on any beat you know i chose it
no we ain’t sleep h*ll naw we devoted
i don’t even rap on this sh*t i float it

when the liquor in my i go ballistic
pack coming in me and bandz just flipped it
weird n*ggas mad cause the way i be living
i’m related to 2 chainz b*tch i’m different

my boy tried to slime me
the opps know where to find me
my momma told me these n*ggas be grimey
fell asleep then woke up and the stars were aligning

i got a nice watch on still come in late
i was running from 12 got my ass in shape
n*gga ain’t taking sh*t off my plate
i was selling grams since i was 16
my jaw be clenching when i’m off that bean

i’m an outcast but i’m still fresh and clean
kick the cup i’m done with that lean
kick the b*tch out if she wasting my time
might put her on tape she press rewind

these n*ggas rats they been chasing crime
she like cream pies ain’t talking key lime
i think she gone f*ck she showing me signs
im gon quit rap when i run out of rhymes

imma bear in that p*ssy ain’t talking chicago
i rap with no cap my name ain’t rylo
just got high as f*ck driving on shiloh
get hit with this point they call it a hollow

these n*ggas they faking fugazi and phony
imma get rich as f*ck they gon try to clone me
ain’t signing no deal can’t n0body own me
i told my bro if he need anything just phone me

i feel like i’m the greatest
drop top coupe music loud with yo lady
i fly her out then u f*ck then i ask her where she staying?

got this n*gga scared man i hope this n*gga praying
his music ain’t bumping why the f*ck this n*gga famous

imma be the hardest n*gga out no doubt
i don’t do this sh*t with gimmicks or clout
i keep that pole on me so you know i from the south
i heard his whole squad fraud and that sh*t word of mouth

i’m a real n*gga from head to toe
that n*gga lying he ain’t serve no bows
got expensive weed and i got sh*t for the low
they be on my ig like this n*gga finna blow

he blew up with a gimmick i can’t respect that
he said he bouta try me we had to x that
how the f*ck he gang banging he ain’t even got a set
it’s normal to a n*gga i don’t even gotta flex

im a young ass n*gga with a big bankroll
his friends saw the beam and they all had froze
my hoes be laughing at em cause these n*ggas be some jokes
put my shades on i don’t need black locs

i feel like i’m the greatest
drop top coupe music loud with yo lady
i fly her out then u f*ck then i ask her where she staying?

got this n*gga scared man i hope this n*gga praying
his music ain’t bumping why the f*ck this n*gga famous

imma be the hardest n*gga out no doubt
i don’t do this sh*t with gimmicks or clout
i keep that pole on me so you know i from the south
i heard his whole squad fraud and that sh*t word of mouth

yo b*tch got that water she gon let me swim
ball out the m*th*f*ckin gym
these racks in my pocket i walk with a limp

i got all these hoes i feel like a pimp
can’t f*ck with you heard your blunts be skimp
i was up early just trappin for meals
f*ckin with ntl you gon get k!lled

do you got a scale? weigh that ounce
cheat on my b*tch when i’m out of town
i’m in the game and you out of bounds
she know after i nut it’s time to bounce

i f*ck so many hoes that i lost count
you get one night with yeroc how does that sound?
only reason you it is cause you a clown
she suck when i’m up and leave when i’m down

run in yo trap we having a field day
y’all can hate but b*tch i’m still paid
go get the load and hit the freeway
so much p*ssy she f*ckin the dj

and i can’t stop b*tch never
she think i’m in love who gon tell her?
i work with the pole i’m not a welder
tell lil bro respect yo elders

imma beat yo that p*ssy like i can’t stand cats
i’m bouta buss b*tch stand back
she threw it back i ran that
he acting hard til he get wacked

n*ggas was spoon fed for they whole life
he a b*tch he won’t fight
imma f*ck her all night
she gon fall in love with this pipe

yo b*tch got that water she gon let me swim
ball out the m*th*f*ckin gym
these racks in my pocket i walk with a limp

i got all these hoes i feel like a pimp
can’t f*ck with you heard your blunts be skimp
i was up early just trappin for meals
f*ckin with ntl you gon get k!lled

do you got a scale? weigh that ounce
cheat on my b*tch when i’m out of town
i’m in the game and you out of bounds
she know after i nut it’s time to bounce

i f*ck so many hoes that i lost count
you get one night with yeroc how does that sound?
only reason you it is cause you a clown
she suck when i’m up and leave when i’m down

- yeroc lyrics

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