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rio da yung og - too legendary lyrics

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[intro]
energy made this one
what up, energy? n-gga, it’s rio da yung og
boys in this b-tch, n-gga, this sh-t too legendary, yeah

[verse]
hit a n-gga with the k, turn him to a ghost
hit his face with the toaster, turn his bread to toast
burn a p-ssy with the heat, turn his head to roast
hollow tips hit up close, turn his egg to yolk
yeah, i’ll fry a n-gga
how much a human being cost? i’m tryna buy a n-gga
told my brother cut me off, he see me buy a swisher
i drink red, you’ll never catch me buying liquor
nope, unless it’s for the hoes
i don’t really like to rap unless it’s for the pros
i need another pint of drank, i think i’m runnin’ low
shoot a n-gga twice, one of the bullets hit his stomach hole
stupid, that’s a belly b-tton
i’m ’bout to eyeball you a zip, bro, my scaley jumpin’
why you sittin’ in the spot if you ain’t sellin’ nothin’?
keepin’ tabs on every play i make, i think you tellin’ somethin’
uh, i don’t f-ck with rats
i had to throw my hat away ’cause i don’t f-ckin’ cap
talkin’ big sh-t over these beats, i don’t mumble rap
thug life, b-tch, i’m pac without the stomach tats
b-tch, i’m 2pac without the nose ring
i get excited every time my flip phone ring
how much you got? man, you worryin’ ’bout the wrong thing
you need to worry ’bout where your b-tch goin’ when the ho leave
my b-tch told me to grow up, i’d rather grow weed
i ran through a football field and ain’t find no seeds
lookin’ for the opps, like i’m an ahk, i can’t find no beef
you think you shootin’ up this house, boy, this the wrong street
i used to f-ck with, but i can’t no more
i’ll beat sh-t down your leg, bro, i ain’t no ho
i been stressin’ long enough, i can’t take no more
out of town with a zip of —-, bro, this ain’t no blow
they think they finna catch me slippin’, but i ain’t gon’ go
i’m in flint, from a hood where you ain’t gon’ go
i love my city, police got behind me and i 810
use some tape, hit it with the prince, it ain’t shake no more
b-tch, i’m a survivalist
my granny caught me with some work, read me a bible script
bm b-tchin’ got me out of breath, man, i’m tired of sh-t
hit that room and kept my mouth closed on some quiet sh-t
told the plug i need a b and bring a knife with it
i’m finna cut this white b-tch like michael myers did
boy, it don’t matter if you strapped, you can die with it
ceramic pan on the gl-ss stove, i’m finna fry a brick



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