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back again / liquor store - rio da yung og & rmc mike lyrics

[part i: liquor store]

[intro: rio da yung og]
yeah, yeah
(my n*gga lee, i think we got another one)
ah, ha

[verse: rio da yung og]
i’m on some young turnt sh*t, it’s just me and tay
how much drink i drink? ’bout a p a day
yeah, i drink a pt a day
soon as the pint gone, i’ma need an eight
i know you want this sh*t, but you gon’ need to wait
don’t pull up on us and get sweeped away, don’t get swept away
the n*gga want a pint, but i kept an eight, so he got an eight
but i hit him with a four, it was not that fake, i just cut the drink
man, she pulled her panties off, now somethin’ stink
the b*tch b00bs was real, but her b*tt was fake
i’m on some bullsh*t, it’s me and dante
bro got anxious with the glock 22 and pulled a ronde
catch you in the jewelry store and pull a ronde
this is not thе real plate, it’s just an entréе
air force 1s on, i don’t buy j’s
how my month went? twenty days straight and slept five days
the other five days, i made 5k a day, that’s twenty*five racks, so i think that’s straight
the color on the pills was off, man, i think they fake
the color on the drank f*cked up, it’s from 2008, this dino drank
he had a case of fake green, i poured it down the drain
like why the f*ck do motherf*ckers think i’m dumb like i ain’t got a brain?
before i turned twenty*five, i made 900k
what you make today? i ate steak today
what you ate today? i drunk an eight today
i pray to god the drank man answer and save the day
of course the b*tch that ain’t real gon’ say i’m fake
you know we never full, b*tch, we scr*ped the plate
she got a bbl, but she can make it shake
we be servin’ all the chunks, we don’t save the shake
if he survive this ak, it’s gon’ break his face
they caught me with a pint and threw the drank away
me and c had dropped the glass pint and had to scr*pe away
give me a id or a credit card
you is not no gaffle boy, you don’t even got a debit card, or a cash app card
this n*gga think the drank real, man, his ass r*t*rded, that ain’t even drank
i’m in my urus truck, i gotta lead the way
caught a n*gga slippin’ at m*ffler man, we had to bleed his brakes
don’t hit him in his head, hit his artery, he bleed away
we just had to look out for his fam so they could see his face, we could’ve closed the casket
n*gga, you is not no dope man, you only want a basket
like tell me where it’s at and let me know who askin’
nowadays everybody rappin’, i don’t know who cappin’, i don’t know who rattin’
don’t ask me ’bout no murder, i don’t know what happened and i don’t know who trappin’
all i know is hit the studio
uh, i ain’t never f*ck no b*tch in her booty hole, lil’ freaky n*gga
i wasn’t with woody’s sister, but i had keke with me
i got a twelve of wock’, tahitian treat me
you gon’ have to call your squad, it’s not gon’ be that easy
when i was growin’ up, wanted to be like meechy
i was a gucci fan, i ain’t ever want to be like jeezy
f*ck around and rob a n*gga in my black tee
you ain’t drink drank when act’ was cheap
seven fifty a line, n*gga, act’ was free
we ain’t want no red, you better not have no green
i used to pour out green in the videos
ask zoe, they caught the n*gga slippin’ at the liquor store
[part ii: back again]

[intro: rmc mike]
(it’s a wayne beat)
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
hey

[verse 1: rmc mike]
b*tch, the glock a 50
i just got a pack of percs, ri’ pop one with me
okay, the gas runnin’ low, but we not on empty
he paid for a hundred ‘bows, but we not gon’ send ’em
sh*t, i could spend hundred cash and i’m not gon’ feel it, b*tch, i’m well up
i’m tryna pin him to this cross with this nail gun
i’m only rockin’ mine merch, put that chanel up
i’m like a shark in the water, b*tch, i smell blood
hmm, i could take you to some pape’, i got a proposition
hmm, sixty ball in my pocket, made a proper entry
hmm, mama said, “take the college route,” but i am not committed
hmm, “mike, have you ever caught a body?” i would not admit it
hey, took my whip to buffex, now the top is missin’
i’m tryna have some drunk s*x, i got casa’ in me
told the b*tch if i make her squirt, you gotta compliment me
the police took my h*llcat, i’m finna cop a bentley, hmm

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i was ridin’ through chopper city with a chopper with me
i’ll flash out and get to poppin’ n*ggas with my mama with me
who got some x pills and need a beat? i got deshondra with me
trade glass hi*tech for wockhardt like money launderin’
i’m tryna think what i’ma do, i’m just ponderin’
my n*gga did some bullsh*t, i wasn’t fond of it
tax a n*gga for the work, uncle tom a b*tch
i d*mn near spent a million dollars on my starter kit
rose gold everything, n*gga, look how hard it hit
i might put the dog sh*t up and credit card a b*tch
them n*ggas around you lookin’ tough, your security guard a b*tch
my security guard caught a body first day i met him
that’s why i’m comfy with kb, he lethal with the weapon
i really wanna leave, they keepin’ me ’til 7
my n*gga died on the 6th, i seen him on the 7th
told will to lock me in the booth and keep me under pressure
i lost a lot of folks when i was gone, i’m keepin’ it together
[verse 3: rmc mike]
if ri’ buy another pint, we drinkin’ it together
we done brung out all the ice, i think we need a sweater
but we the hottest out this b*tch, straight from the 810
i brought a whole star to the game, so i can’t go broke
take a b*tch for what she is, you can’t change a ho
i’ll burn out in a n*gga grass with this durango 4
hmm, threw a lego on my k, this b*tch a fully now
accurate as f*ck, i hit a n*gga with my hoodie down
ayy, i hear some— mm, what the? it’s a bully now
b*tch, we grown, you gotta suck it if i pull it out

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i got chrome, i’ma bust it if i pull it out
bullsh*t*ass jewelry, better tuck it when you pull it out
i hate how your f*ckin’ weed smell, n*gga, put it out
we just set this b*tch on fire, someone put it out
p*ssy turned into a faucet, i just stuck it in and pulled it out
ayy, what the f*ck?

- rio da yung og rmc mike lyrics

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