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Rio Da Yung OG - Me and Marc (Official Visualizer)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rio Da Yung OG
Rio Da Yung OG
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Songwriter:in
Marcus Jackson
Marcus Jackson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Marc Boomin
Marc Boomin
Produzent:in
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Mischtechniker:in

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(Marc Boomin, this you?) What up, Marc Boomin? Man, we been— You know we still fuck around too, though Money is not everything, ghetto boy shit, free the whole— I'ma say this shit every time, man Y'all might as well get used to this shit Fifty point diamond link on, you know what I'm sayin'? Seventy thousand dollar watches and shit, we back Yeah I was sittin' in the feds, now I'm in the Maybach Pourin' sixes up some reds Put a hundred in his car, you might hit him in his head I just drunk some old red, I can feel it in my legs My nigga want some work, I might just hit him with a brick Feelin' like I'm Craig I don't want my dick sucked, give me your whole head You can't tell I poured the six up, it's in the cup with red I learned how to cook dope from my old man But the crazy part is, I never sold grams If Rio walkin' off the stage, then the show end I just made a dub today on some slow shit I don't just be fuckin' anybody, bae, I ho shit I might just let my son have my old kit I heard a nigga took your gun, you a whole bitch Eighty-five in the drum, drop the whole clip White bitch suckin' dick good, but ain't got no lips You can't never be the gang, you on the wrong time These niggas washed up, hang 'em on the clothesline I bought a pint, sold a seven, drunk a whole nine Unc' ready to send somethin' to heaven, he hit a whole line Nigga, I just drunk a four four times, that's a whole pint Two-twenty on my neck, that's your whole life Got a check from Distro and bought my ho ice Bring me a double cup of Sprite, I don't want no ice I can't miss when I blow, I got four lights Took a Perc', tryna fuck the bitch, it took a whole night Damn, bitch, is you a virgin? Why it's so tight? I'll break the internet right now if I go live Stop talkin' 'bout a half a M, I made that four times in six months We just bought a 'bow of za, we rollin' big blunts We ain't no petty lean drinkers, bring us big cups A two liter in one cup, that's a Big Gulp I think I drunk my shit too fast, got the hiccups So much dog shit I just picked up, I need a pickup truck Bitch, go get your ass did, you got a little butt I got four pockets, I'ma fill 'em up 900 Brabus Rocket truck cost a million bucks Told bro, "Hop in that Maybach, come pick me up" Soon as I let the seat lay back, she lick me up And I don't smoke weed no more, but let me twist it up R.I.P. Soda, I done fucked a lot of chicken up Why you niggas buyin' watches that be tickin', bruh? Slime city, I don't trust nobody, I'll kill my brother Okay, we just smoked a zip, Will, twist another one I fucked a bitch ten times, we ain't kiss or nothin' Ain't wanna pop him, I just hit him with the pistol butt Am I Grinch or what? 'Cause I just made a million dollars and fucked Christmas up
Writer(s): Da'mario Donshay Horne-mccullough, Marcus Anthony Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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