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dexkrueger - rio flow lyrics

(yeah b-tch)
(t, ? b-tch)
(bankrollie get ’em gone n-gga, stupid)
i don’t know if i want to drop on a new piece or drop on an opp’s head
scientific facting, won’t stop beefing ’til the opp dead
g37, we shouldn’t dust on a cop’s head
? noggin, n-gga you know we pop heads
p-ssy, i’m a dope fiend, leanin’ off the percs and plus and i’m fiendin’ for some codiene
lil’ baby gobble down, first night and she don’t know me
paid that b-tch a hunnid so she can go and stunt the whole team
b-tch, you know i was cappin’, made her turn around and ran off before the transaction
spent five thousand dollars to bust her down on a gucci mattress
white b-tch pretty and pet-te look like a movie actress
man, w-who the f-ck is dog? better use your motherf-ckin’ head before i blow it off
them black hoes in the town ain’t poppin’ percs, them b-tches snortin’ salts
was f-ckin’ a b-tch with -ss, smelt a whiff now i’m going soft
f-g, we still runnin’ plays, ? a foolie with it, he on live showin’ 2 k’s
? barber pushed his lineup back he need a toupee
b-tch get up out my face with all that yappin’, need some toothpaste
n-gga, i got a 50 cal, custom scope on this b-tch, hit his -ss from 50 miles
bro would k!ll a president, but that’ll cost you 50 thou’
punch the opp b-tch in her mouth she had a pretty smile
yeah b-tch, bet you won’t smile no more
bought a nookie ? that b-tch a size of a banana boat
stick my fruity in her little cootie made a banana float
don’t get me mad,f uck yo gender, b-tch i’m known to slam a hoe
i’m known for clutchin’ k’s, met a arab for 5 bands he’ll blow your crib away
suicide bomber walk in and serve himself on a dinner plate
it was wockie yesterday, but now it’s percky’s in my lemonade
sons got us pulled over doinn’ a hundred on the interstate
made me so mad, robbed his lil’ -ss, they call me lil’ snake
wh0r-, that still my n-gga tho’, he tried to fight me, shot him in his foot now he pidgeon toed
that n-gga just let all the b-tches know he got a missin’ toe
but shut the f-ck up and be happy i ain’t slit your throat
nerd, i love blowin’ cash, catch a sucka and strech ’em out i’m tryna make him last
pop a opp n-gga bm, like a f-cking tag, oo she was pregnant that’s plus two to the body bag, n-gga
(oo she was pregnant, that’s plus two to the body bag, n-gga)

- dexkrueger lyrics

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