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Artiste:
Rio Da Yung OG
Titre:
A Goat Speaking
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(Marc Boomin, we miss you) It's Rio Da Young OG, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on Free Big Ghetto, Boyz in this bitch Yeah Testers, bitch, I really made a killing off it Still hustlin', bitch, I'm tryna make a million off it Whoever thought I could talk my shit and make a living off it? Hold on, I think this chicken talkin' I'm a motherfuckin' OG Nigga, shut the fuck up when a G.O.A.T. speak Tryna whip a brick, but it won't jump 'cause the coke weak Tryna find some drank, who got the sauce? I need a four piece Bitch, I ain't talkin' chicken nuggets Record labels scared to sign me 'cause I'm a pistol tucker Talkin' 'bout a hundred thou', what, you sniffin' somethin'? Bitch, I got a lean habit, I'ma need a bigger budget Made her suck dick for two hours 'cause her menstrual comin' I'll stand tall and bust my Glock, I ain't into runnin' Shoot a nigga quick, fuck fightin', I ain't into tusslin' Dick a bitch down for three hours, I ain't finna hump you AR clip shaped like a square, but full of round bullets Tryna sell this zip of Taye Diggs, who need some brown sugar? Sell dope, rap, and scam, I'm an all-around hustler I'll shoot for IUR, but I ain't Richtown Butter Who got some glass drank? Cup dirty, when I hit the bitch, I make the mad face Bitch sent a paragraph, I just sent a sad face I was still a cocky shit talker before I had pape' Ayy, I need a CORE water Plugged in, I just bought a pint for forty-four dollars I ain't talkin' liquor, boy, this shit gon' make me snore harder Hard-headed, tried to stuff a five in a four bottle That shit didn't work I don't like to beat my bitch up, but I be hittin' work I served you, you got my sloppy seconds, 'cause I hit it first Drunk my whole pop without stoppin', and I didn't burp 'Cause I'm a lean junkie Wash my hands 'fore I count the pape', now it's clean money I need all blues, I don't even want no green money Told my bitch be patient and she did, she got a ring comin' It's time to get married Tried to kill an opp, he cheated death, he just Ric Flair-ed me Dumb and Dumber, Michael Jeff Daniels and I'm Jim Carrey Popped a Perc' and hit a cougar, I re-popped the bitch cherry This shit too crazy Bought a bean 'cause I drink lean, boy, I be too lazy High as hell, noddin' off and shootin', I don't do chasin' Drink my red straight, fuck a pop, I don't do chasers This shit gettin' to me Say the pussy good, yeah, alright, bitch, give it to me Nigga small as fuck, I'm big dawg, you a midget to me Shot so many rounds out the K, I got the trigger rusty