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rio da yung og - never switched lyrics

[intro]
yeah
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
ghetto
ghetto, gaffle, man
y’all know what the f+ck goin’ on, you know what i’m sayin’

[chorus]
we just jumped off a pj
we in five black bp esvs gettin’ off the e+way
like, right on bristol road at the speedway
first thing we did is went on clio road ’cause we need drank
b+tch, i’ma stand on business ’til my feet stink
he not a real syrup sipper, bro, that’s weed drink, thc drink
like, where that n+gga at? i bet he sleep, ain’t he?

[verse 1]
they already gave me money for a verse, but they repaid
real sh+t, the feds didn’t make me worsе, they just remade mе
i came straight home and had three babies
she don’t ever get up when i say, “i gotta skeet, baby”
that’s kinda—, that’s kinda evil, ain’t it?
they sprayed too much terps on the sh+t, so the weed was tainted
remember when they had that white sh+t, looked like the weed was painted
just gave the b+tch five hundred dollars for a weave payment
d+mn, i didn’t know you can pay on weave
of course, i seen what the text message said, it’s gon’ stay on read
known for f+ckin’ b+tches quick and makin’ ’em leave
she talkin”bout i don’t trick, but i just paid for weave
like, i had to get your hair did
that b+tch got a wagon on her, so her chair big, she got a different chair
a n+gga f+cked my b+tch and i didn’t care
you know how many n+ggas hoes i’m finna hit this year?
matter of fact, i might not even hit sh+t this year
all turnt sh+t
i just hit a famous b+tch and got a burnt d+ck, but it was worth it
[chorus]
we just jumped off a pj
we in five black bp esvs gettin’ off the e+way
like, right on bristol road at the speedway
first thing we did is went on clio road ’cause we need drank
b+tch, i’ma stand on business ’til my feet stink
he not a real syrup sipper, bro, that’s weed drink, thc drink
like, where that n+gga at? i bet he sleep, ain’t he?

[verse 2]
i love how her body shaped, that sh+t perfect
but her ass kinda stiff, she can’t twerk it, she got a bbl
we was talkin’ in vanish mode on instagram, but i kinda liked the b+tch
so we goin’ to the next step, she gettin’ a gmail
like, when you wanna get slammed, send an email
if it ain’t no response in seventy+two hours, then that sh+t dead
he said the hoes talkin’ ’bout me, what the b+tch said?
white laces everywhere, i got on rick pants
lululemon pants, she got thick legs
the b+tch waist small, but she got big pants
just dap me up, brodie, i don’t wanna touch your d+ck hands
this sh+t real, you wanna f+ck me, you need a wristband
i’m finna do damage, boy, this lil rp just kicked in, well i took ten
he got a one of quagen in a twenty ounce pop, that sh+t look thin
you know you gotta go three or better
this b+tch p+ssy so good, i don’t think nothin’ better
i just felt the wind breeze, d+mn, i need a sweater
m+i+n+e, we gettin’ rico, we use three letters
you know the fbi is the biggest gang
i ain’t got no gun, but i made a call and a pistol came
a n+gga put his hands on me, then a little n+gga came
he hangin’ out the sunroof from the corner, he got terrific aim
that n+gga shot up close and didn’t hit a thing
he had a .308, a hundred yards away that n+gga hit a brain, he a f+ckin’ sniper
man, that n+gga so young, he need a f+ckin’ diaper
this b+tch p+ssy just made a bucket water
p+ssy so good, i might hit her in front of her daughter
why the f+ck i ask for s+xyy red number and i never call her?
if tris got eight percent alcohol, am i an alcoholic?

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