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• Artiste: Rio Da Yung OG
• Titre: Claressa Shields
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(Marc Boomin' made this shit) (Yeah) Nigga, I'm a paint sipper I'm a pint spiller I'm a drank getter Damn, they look alike, but they ain't sisters Ridin' through the hood in a BP, we in the tank trippin' I need some more syrup, my drink tank empty Took a ten out Wells Fargo, fuck the bank teller Them boys got too much money, let the bank tell it Like, how the fuck is that real zaza? And we can't smell it 33 percent THC this shit, you can't even inhale it This shit strong as, this shit Nigga, this shit strong as Hercules I still wanna fuck Perklese, who got a Perc for me? I told Unc, 'Quit his job and come work for me' 'Cause five, six thousand dollars a month like a shirt to me That's just syrup to me, you just turtle green I told my nigga, 'Don't follow no trend, that'll turn too cheap' Bitch, you got kids and you ain't turnt you weak I'm mad as fuck 'cause I just fuck and I burnt a week Like, why the fuck it hurt to pee? Bitch, that's piss, that ain't motherfuckin' squirt to me Bro almost hit a curb, he done jerked a V I got an old assault rifle tryna lurk the streets Nigga, I was drinkin' Act when syrup was cheap I'm talkin' like, two hundred a pint and will go up to three And I drunk Act when it was high, my cup a G And that's just an ounce, this shit gettin' fuckin' steep He never gonna get no dog shit, he like to fuckin' sleep And play the game, right now I'm a think for you, baby Say it in your brain, I need that for later How much the drink come up to? See, grab a calculator I seen a nigga get rich off a pack of papers Baby, go sit, take a big risk and try to whack the mayor I'm high as fuck, I might hit Claressa Shields And we can fight after we fuck, throw fists for real I never let a nigga throw fists with Will A nigga ball his fists up and he gettin' killed Left cash and right, fifty-five mil', I put it in my will Like, how y'all get the Coke from California, put it in the wheel? I don't want no fine shit, 'cause that's just a bill I really want a project, bitch, 'cause them bitches steal I really like the mix, bro, I don't like Tris for real I been out for fifteen days, turned down sixteen deals 'Cause two labels called last Monday I really wanna listen to my heart but what the guns say? Baby, turn around, what your thumbs say? That say Damario? Take her in the weight room, we doin' cardio Give me twenty K and I'll host, don't go to parties, though I ain't even did shit, what I say sorry for? And yes, I fucked your sister, girl, y'all awesome hoes Hellcat growl up so loud, what you start it for? I- I thought you was parkin', bro Keep it real, you ain't never poured dark before Nigga, you ain't never bought no seals, you just bought a flow Spent a million on a crib and then sixty racks, went and bought a flow I went porcelain I hit a lick for twenty bands and gave my lawyer ten Don't go to court again