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Spicy Talk
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Rio Da Yung OG
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I keep 'em with me, but don't put 'em in my pictures He a shooter He f**kin' with the soft kind too, he a ooter I be tryin' get my n***a in a lift, not a scooter I can't say what I really dream about, 'cause I'mma do her If I blow her, it's gon' be like a- If I blow her, it's gon- (Alright, alright, alright) Bought a boat for me to blow, 'cause I'm a weed connoisseur If I put her out there, she bringin' back, prost**ute- If I put her out there, she bringin' back, prost**ute-er N***as street skills is way too low, I'm a tutor I went from top brain-man in the joint, to some bennies now I used to walk around with a shank, I tote a semi now Remember back then, I couldn't pile, I bet she hear me now I f**ked up her head, went on the 'gram and upped a hunnid-thou That was all my cash Judge ask why I ain't finish school, I was not gon' pa** She just got her whole body done, and it's not yo' a** I just popped two perk 30's, I was not gon' last Drop a four in a two, where the cheesy stacks? Free b*t*h, snatched a n***a soul, tell her "bring it back" Used to buy a ball of dope and make fifty off it Now I buy a brick for fourty-one and make fifty off it Let's throw a paperwork party, like face I got twenty on me now, and that really ain't no pape' Sh*t, I got a extra twenty in the drac' And truth, cussin' hoes out, like get yo' pu**y out my face This ain't zaza bro, it's just some real cookie from the bay Blue suck me in whole paint, and I drank it in a day Spend a n***a crib on halloween and shot a pumpkin in the face Why the f**k you n***as got less than a hunnid in the safe? Keep me in cash on me, two hunnid burried, two hunnid in the bank Burberry umbrella, incase it's thunderin' in the day I'm known for hittin' a b*t*h raw, have her stomach gainin' weight Tryna f**k this fat b*t*h, but yo' stomach in the way I got a walk plug, I could sell a hunnid pints a day We in the yacht club, 44 mil', fourty K You is not plug, ain't no way you gettin' 'em out the way F**k five hoes in one day and get 'em out my face F**k five hoes in one day and get 'em out my face Got too many pints of green, brodie, get 'em out the case Got it in my coat pocket, it ain't sittin' on my waist I'm officially a rapper, I'll dive off a stage Lifestyle changed, and had to put my mind- Lifestyle changed, and had to put my mind in the game Still in the streets, the rain got my mind on the game Bet he thinkin' different though, and it's a nine on his brain Trappin' out the studio, like it's a evening's change Ridin' with the same gun I just shot a n***a with Riddin' round with fifty fives, we got sided in the whip Came up off of grams, but it look like a deal Sellin' three dollar rocks, two for fives on a hill Used to get perks for free, it's twenty five for a pill My main man got three L's, he gon' die before appeal Drunk a pint and tried to drive, that was god behind the wheel I know I'm out of fit, but I'm always got it on me, still
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