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Artiste:
Rio Da Yung OG
Titre:
I Go
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Yeah Gaffle Gaffle, alright I go lamb chop, I go Chrome socks I go chrome Glock, I go gold pop I go dog shit, boy, I'm havin' no opps I go four pops, I go four watches I go five diamond links, what you know 'bout it? I go one carat each ear, twenty-four thousand A piece, nigga, I go three, nigga I go Actavis and red, I go green, nigga Yeah I'm with Manny, I go FBL I go five million dollars that I made in jail This nigga went rat, I can't believe he said they made him tell I go whole bale of 'za, I go break the scale I go Escalade V, but I ain't with Trel I go Wafi everything, I know y'all wish I stayed in jail I go, I go I go I go five in a small pop, I go small Glock Looking for them niggas, we go all spots We hit every spot I go pint of Quagen, I drink every drop I'll never stop They made a big mistake when they let me out I'll break this bitch down to rocks and go granny house I go one-fifty for my brother lawyer, let my family out She used to love my drawers, she can't stand me now I paid eight thousand for these pants, I didn't go hand-me-down We came Draco in the club, you can't pat me down I go all my trust in you and then you let me down, I'm gone I go 20K for this 'fit, I ain't even count the jewelry I go AP for the watch, I don't know why niggas curious, uh (Keep that) I go AMG for the coupe, I'll pull up fast and furious, huh I go red guts on the seat like the bitch is on her period, uh I went top floor on the pent' so the opp boy can't get near me, uh I went Chrome Heart for the jeans, no, these are not Amiris If I do the crime, I'll do the time, no, I won't drop a tear Uh, uh I went M.I.N.E. Records, uh And I'm fresh up out a jet, they say we flyin' records, uh I went Plane Crash in the Slap', it got me flyin' better I go thirty in the PAP, I feel it slide better, uh I go fat ass in my lap, think she's a BBLer, uh I go racks, then hit up Pat, I'm puttin' that shit together, uh I go foreign bitch, I'm still meetin' her at the telly, uh I go spiked-up beverage, uh I go what that's in your cup? I don't even know what to tell it, uh I go Glock, you better not buck, I send shots at your melon I go ham sandwich in my pocket like I work the deli (Uh) I go 60K for these Air Force 1s, it's like I signed to Nelly