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rlsg bsmith & rio da yung og – talking shit lyrics

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[intro: rlsg bsmith]
i’m ready, you recordin’?
(muddy, what the—)

[verse 1: rlsg bsmith]
i know one thing for sure, i’ma get some money
and i’ll bust a n+gga head, he try to take it from me
we be poppin’ seals of wockhardt, we don’t drink no bubbly
that n+gga been broke for six years, he don’t want no money
even when i doggy dress, i’m fresh, i can’t be bummy
if the police ask, you ain’t get no drugs, you got a cd from me
you can get extra for that drug, let me show you somethin’
i swear to god when i do this sh+t, you better not say nothin’
they like, “where the percs at?” i’m like, “who askin’?”
i’m like, “i want thirty for a 10,” they like, “you taxin'”
when you live how i like livin’, then you gotta tax
ri, rlsg kd, my brother taught me that
my n+ggas ball ball
remove the first b off of “ball,” my n+ggas all ball
you need a cheatin’ referee, you gon’ need all call
and all my n+ggas put up shots, my n+ggas ballhogs, yeah
roll around town lookin’ good, blowin’ on a ‘wood
every little thing i do for merrill, i really love my hood
i just got a brand+new ar, i wish a n+gga would
.223, green+tip bullets, the cops allergic to ’em
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
look at me in my eyes when we talkin’, you act nervous to me
boss n+gga, callin’ all the plays, you a worker to me
this finna be a hit, b+tch, it’s me, mr. perc, and muddy
yeah, i k!lled a n+gga last week and went to church sunday
i’m a cough syrup bandit
the first gun i owned was a two+five with a pearl handle
we f+cked the city up when a+lee dropped that pearl magnum
take a n+gga gucci f+nny pack and let my girl have it
this your last chance, bae, you better make it count
b+tch woke me up suckin’ d+ck and made me smile
my work ethic gettin’ better and better, tryna make it out
have you ever stuffed eleven o’s in a baby bottle?
my b+tch strapped, just got into a shootout with my baby mama
big racks, but, baby, i ain’t bougie, i just ate mcdonalds
n+ggas better get out the way, i got an angry chopper
okay, now i’m bored, i’m finna go count up eighty thousand



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