rmc mike & rio da yung og – chocolate 41 lyrics
[intro: rmc mike]
ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat
b+tch!
[verse 1: rmc mike]
chocolate face 41 on, look like a piece of cake
i love bro, he get them bows gone in a decent rate
i done rolled trees in every single f+ckin’ pop, i can’t defeat the taste
mike been goin’ hard, i can’t stop, i didn’t bleed the brakes
i’m tryna make a million dollars for jesus’ sake
called rio with a pint of ack, he said “leave ’em eighth”
i poured a four in a can of pop, you wouldn’t believe the taste
i camе back home with some clothes, you wouldn’t bеlieve it’s fake
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
b+tch think i’m really pullin’ up, i’m a week away
hit him in his head with the chop’, you should’ve seen his face
put a hole in a b+tch heart, ‘so big she gon’ bleed for days
got a freaky b+tch with me, gettin’ high and drinkin’ skeet and drank
tryna count a hunnid up in small bills, i’ma need a day
dawg got his shoes tied tight ’cause his feet stank
yo’ mans got hit with a k, i’m with freeze eatin’ cheesecake
hunnid+thousand+dollars, all dubs, the illegal way
woke up and went shoppin’, i might buy a de today
then i ran into a soft plug in montego bay
okay, i know i got a pint but i need more drank
n+gga better tuck his chain in, it’s a debo day
get yo’ ass knocked out like yo’ pops do
i just poured so much wock, it turned the pop blue
overk!ll when i grip the steal, i won’t sop shootin’
f+ck, let me stop drinkin’ this lean, i gotta drop tooth
[verse 3: rmc mike]
ri’, i need some lean bad, i can’t stop cootin’
d+mn, the b+tch ain’t got no ass, but it’s a lot movin’
okay, we popped another opp, we got the drop to him
lou’ came home with the zaza’s, got the spot boomin’
tell my b+tch you wanna have s+x, but she a mean f+ck
scooter on the floor, shootin’ ducks, he tryna clean up
boy, you nasty, hittin’ anything, you let a fiend f+ck
gave lil’ d a pint of tris, like “put the green up”
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
d+mn it, i been tryna f+ck you for some years with yo’ mean b+tt
wock, wock, black, black, black, put the weed up
oxycontin, 30mg, tee’d up
tryna drink two pints right now, hit two gs up
i know double tryna drop a bag, motherf+cker
i remember drinkin’ red, f+cked up down to my last cent
i feel like berry, turned around in the o and get some fast money
them dumbass n+ggas gon’ beat you and them up, bunch of crash demos
i ain’t pay n0body for a n+gga that i could’ve shot myself
i’m bustin’ off the hip instantly, d+mn near popped myself
you ain’t gotta hold me down when i do this time, sh+t, i got myself
f+cked up in the head, seen my stash, almost robbed myself
heard ya’ll really workin’, finna go talk to god myself
all the lean got you goin’ in and out, i want a nine myself
n+gga did some dumb sh+t, fried his taco sh+ll
200k on me in dubs, eatin’ taco bell
[outro]
ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat
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