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129 - r.i.e lyrics

yeah
let me show you how i do it
okay

sippin’ on some sh-t that i can’t pr-nounce
while i tell these b-tches what i am about
see, your girl always wanna bring that -ss around
cause i always got something to p-ss around
i might confuse my phone number and bank account
that’s a large amount, you can ask around
they say if you know rie then hang around
cause that motherf-cker’s making bangers now
she got an -ss you ain’t never seen
i bet that p-ssy taste like whipped cream
uh, call it truffle b-tter
man i hit that sh-t so hard that she start to stutter
like “rie, rie, rie, oh my motherf-cking god
k!ll it, k!ll it, k!ll it like you k!ll those f-cking bars”
b-tch i knock that p-ssy out now all she sees is stars
she said “why you slowing down?”, b-tch i’m waiting for the pause
then i’m back at it, she look back at it
shake that -ss a little more, i throw a stack at it
move her panties to the side, she got a fat rabbit
man love ain’t sh-t but a bad habit
it go 1-2-9 1995
man i’ve been on my grind since the day i came to life
that glock 36 got 10 in the clip
if i empty that b-tch i’ma pistol whip your lip

ay, you don’t wanna trip
nah, you don’t wanna trip
i could run up in ya crib
ru-run up in ya crib
ay, you don’t want that sh-t
nah, you don’t want that sh-t
and this is bloodl-st 2 hoe
you don’t wanna trip
nah, you don’t wanna trip
i could run up in ya crib
ru-run up in ya crib
ay, you don’t want that sh-t
nah, you don’t want that sh-t
and this is bloodl-st 2 hoe

- r i e lyrics

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