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• Artiste: Rio Da Yung OG
• Titre: Call It Quits
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Alright We done broke a motherfucker generational curse When I just heard a bitch say somethin' he wouldn't sayin' in church I love Glocks, bro, but the Ks work Oh, you wanna switch 'cause when it's spray, it squirt Just tap the nigga two times, it'll make his head hurt Ten million dollars what I said at first But I said, 'Just give me five years and two damn verses' I ain't beefin' with a nigga who used to steal purses And he ain't even take no money, the nigga wear purses Nigga eyes big, like a scared person Boy, this .45 big, don't be a dead person Paid fifteen for a pint, it was red and purple Bitch asked me where I'm at, spun her in a circle 'You got 1K on you'? Sent her ass to Circle That's a gas station I'm off two, but I wanna take a half later Did so much today, I took a half day But what can I say? I make a dub on a bad day Fifty pointers each link, Wafi made that Ten million dollars, me and Ghazi made that And the crazy part is we still ain't even met I told bro, 'Pull up on me when he in the Jecks' I wanna pull up to your hood and see some shit get stretched 'Cause when you pull up to my hood, we gon' clean the steps Roll the red carpet out Paid Dino what I wanted for the Rollie Nigga, I ain't even talk him down And I paid at one time and had to walk it down I don't know where track at, but it's a hawk around Hottest shit in the streets, all they talk about You are not gon' find me, I'm on my mama couch See, you thinkin' 'bout Tijuana, this my baby mama mama house My cousin had a baby, that's a little mouse That is not an 8-feet, a .7 had got took out I'm finna throw you the ball now, brodie, look out Fucked a bitch in the visit room and paid a nigga to look out It was ten bricks total, we took a book out Bitch, I'm puttin' diamonds in my teeth, these ain't pull-outs Your pussy do that grippin' shit I can't pull out We was rappin' at eighteen, but I stood out I ain't even have no jewelry, just a good mouth A good gift of words, let me say it different I pull up and shoot shit in, I pay a nigga My chrome hearts cost more 'cause they way bigger Nigga, really tryna up the score, that's how Trey killed him I been standin' all day, I need to take Ritalin The hockey ring 'round my neck, come and skate with me This shit taste like mouthwash, how they make the shit? I'd rather get taxed for a deuce of red than pay eight-fifty KB got a blue laser, you can't shake this one Here go two zips, but one of 'em straight, you can't shake this one You gotta leave it how it is, that's just water whip This bitch really think I love her 'cause I bought her shit Like, bitch, have you ever thought about I'm rich? I swear to God, if they stop makin' trish, I'ma call it quits Even though I hate that bitch, I still love that ho Like, why the fuck I got a condom on? Where the glove gon' go? Okay, I wanna fuck you, but where your son gon' go? When I pull my dick out, where your tongue gon' go? My left knee fucked up, I never run before Nigga did some snake shit, where all my cousins go? I want twenty-five, but I took eight, I'm a hustler, bro You a buster, bro Wock sippin', I ain't never been drunk before