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rym dinero - for fun pt2 lyrics

[rym dinero]
aye f-ck yo beat yuh b-tch i stole it you can’t get it back
i’m off a bean yeah b-tch i’m rollin now i can’t relax
and if i’m trippin hit my block and then just tell me that
and i’ma eat on that lil p-ssy then just beat ya back
nah b-tch i’m trippin i ain’t no eater i ain’t no fan of that
and if yo n-gg- think he gangsta we gon plot back
i’m from havana where them n-gg-s they come full attack
i’m talm bout jumpin through yo window wit them big macs
like f-ck yo feelings guapo take yo sh-t come get it back
i’m from the block poke yo window just to get the sack
and i’m serving junkies at the back don’t catch a heart attack
ooh, sh-t i took the pack and flipped it to bout 20 racks
and i f-cked yo b-tch i guess i stole her but that p-ssy wet
we might just pull up in a rover drop a top back
light yo block up light a match

[rym main]
yeah, mm, smokin scatt packs
hit a n-gg- backpack
on that everything n-gg- where the racks at?
pull up, gloww gloww make a n-gg- get back
d-d-d-doww doww push a n-gg- sh-t back
yuhh, it’s main
free shorti man
aye aye, kk
spin up on a n-gg- block and then i double back
b-tches leave they n-gg- for me but then i send em back
i can’t f-ck no dirty b-tch no i’m not into that
you know i f-ck with [?] so i’ma get it back
i pull up make em disappear we run wit big macs
every time i’m on the beat i’m speaking big facts
my brother crank [?] i’m finna send it back
why this lil b-tch acting stiff i told her bring it back
and i’m crippin with a gd that’s a cd
cuh we spin a n-gg- block and then we repeat
you know main still chillin in a beehive
me n blood blowin up that’s a c5
pull up with that firearm knock a n-gg- leg off
we ain’t shootin that no arm knock a n-gg- head off
luh b-tch ion mean no harm i f-cked you cause yo head raw
n-gg- came to my dome i knocked that n-gg- head off
whatchu talm bout n-gg-? used to stompin out n-gg-s
on that stupid sh-t, we go dumb out n-gg-
hit a n-gg- sh-t, then we run out n-gg-
pull up wit a stick, make you come out n-gg-
acting like a b-tch, have a dump out n-gg-
free my brother country, he finna come out n-gg-
pull up with that glock, make you come out n-gg- ooh
run down on ya b-tch, f-ck i make her come out n-gg-

- rym dinero lyrics

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