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rmc mike & rio da yung og - talkin wet lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
b+tch

[verse 1: rmc mike]
i been runnin’ up a check, i broke my hamstring
mixin’ wockiana with the tris, makin’ champagne
threw a hundred on my plr, ain’t gotta d+mn aim
n+ggas hate the fact i’m comin’ up, ain’t that a d+mn shame?
rio said his next piece gon’ be a hundred+gram chain

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
no, mike, a hundred+grand chain
was just lookin’ out for a raid, then the van came
snapped my fingers twice, called the plug, a hundred grams came
i was tryna beat this b+tch down, then her man came
the feds came with a— alright, ahh
the feds came with an indictment, then a hundred bands came

[verse 3: rmc mike]
bookbag got a hundred in it, broke the bed frame
n+gga ordered up some zazas, but regs came
pop a n+gga with my eyes closed, i got dead aim
play with the b+tch brain, get the neck, we playin’ head games
40 slam a n+gga on his neck if he run into it
who woulda knew two years ago we’d be runnin’ music?
b+tch p+ssy wet, but even better when i cum into it
i need 50k for this bin, this punch exclusive
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i ain’t steppin’ in your club if i can’t bring a gun into it
pop a n+gga in his belly b+tton, he leak stomach fluid
i can’t f+ck my cougar b+tch right now, me and her son into it
i probably got stds, i just hit a hundred dookies
if i don’t hit the n+gga in his head, i bet my cousin do it
i know you love my music, i don’t care, i ain’t f+ckin’ groupies
matter fact, b+tch, let me see your f+ckin’ b00bies

[verse 5: rmc mike]
b+tch, pull your pants down, i’m finna stuff the coochie
i ain’t an actor, i done made about a couple movies
i was buyin’ lean from the b+tch, i wasn’t f+ckin’ suzie

[verse 6: rio da yung og, louie ray & yn jay]
got the b+tch number monday night, we f+ckin’ tuesday
call jay, he somewhere in philadelphia f+ckin’ with uzi
press the trigger once and hold the b+tch, it’s a f+ckin’ uzi
got into some bullsh+t ’cause i f+cked a groupie, ahh
jay and ray just hopped on our song and they out in cali
popped an opp on lyndon road, me and mike caught him walkin’ out the valley
man, that n+gga ain’t sh+t, i’m talkin’ ’bout my daddy
thirty+hour session at collective, water popped an addy

[verse 7: rmc mike]
b+tch mad ’cause i ain’t wanna get s+xual, so i shot her daddy
can’t believe my n+gga think he doin’ somethin’ ’cause he dropped a chally
n+gga talkin’ ’bout he bought a house, n+gga, drop the addy
i got a lot of money on me now, but i pay with plastic
[verse 8: rio da yung og & rmc mike]
made a half a million last year, but i just made a pallet
spent my last dollar on some lean, but i had to have it
i just f+cked a cute ratchet b+tch on the inflated mattress
n+gga asked me can he buy some work? i probably ain’t gon’ have it
b+tch think her body is a temple, penetrate the palace
you could buy a whole brick or a half a basket
my daddy was there sometimes, i’m a half a b+st+rd
this my first time hittin’ her, should i grab a magnum?
cut his legs off and pop him, they gon’ put him in a half a casket
i be gettin’ high off old drank, this a pterodactyl

- rmc mike rio da yung og lyrics

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