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rio da yung og - lean chronicles (remix) lyrics

okay
come on
otf, n+gga
hey
lately, i’ve been feeling all the hate, what should i do with n+ggas?
feel my fingers touch the pape’, ain’t sh+t to prove to n+ggas
i’m big dog, who let you off the leash? you a poodle, n+gga
no ccw, don’t need a class, just a shooter n+gga
pine+sol, if it’s on the floor, then come move it, n+gga
slime ball, i’ll call lil’ bro to come goo a n+gga
time, dog, if he move too slow, i’m in suit the n+gga
told you how i’m really out my top, i’m a ruthless n+gga
i’m too busy chasing ws, i can’t chase you, b+tch
but don’t forget that i’m the n+gga that made you, b+tch
told my opp, “you a broke p+ssy, i slayed you, b+tch”
d+mn, hold on, hold on, hold on
that’s what you told the n+gga?
yeah, come on, bro, just kick this b+tch back up
ho, i can’t pop the hood to get the glock, i’ll shake you, b+tch
or slam your p+ssy ass on the ground, i’ll pavе you, b+tch
you don’t know gymnastics with this k, but i’ll make you flip
this purple that i got from so+and+so, it’ll make you sh+t (ugh)
honеstly, you too honest for me, who made you snitch?
who? alright, yeah
watch this
i wonder if they get the message, i ain’t going broke
ran up d+mn near 300 racks at that corner store
you could catch me in the hood where you wouldn’t wanna go
or down south, i asked them n+ggas what they get the oranges for
oh, y’all paying 80 what? i’m finna send a load
matter of fact, i’m shooting off right now, b+tch, where you finna go?
after 12:00 a.m., ain’t no catching sales, b+tch, the kitchen closed
30 sh+lls will wet him like a whale, they going fishing for him
throw the n+gga in the lake, we treat him like bait
high as f+ck, thought i was finna nut, i peed in her face
casket open, hit him in the chest, i let him keep his face
made 60 racks in six hours, i’m going to sleep at eight
treat his head like a pint of red, we finna bust it open
i know you ain’t finna sn+tch my chain, you see me clutching, don’t you?
40 bullets like a pedophile, they keep touching on you
how the f+ck it’s beef if we ain’t never dropped a hundred on you?
some northside n+ggas looking for me, i’m at alger’s place
my pockets stuffed with blue huns, you got all the sp+ce
me and diesel going eight for eight, we got all the drank
drop 200 shots in the crowd and make you crawl away
ghetto boyz sh+t, man
know what the f+ck going on

- rio da yung og lyrics

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