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long live drakeo the ruler - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
i’ma teach you somethin’
tryna show you somethin’, let me teach you somethin’

[verse]
a thousand hundred*dollar bills, a hundred thousand
a thousand stacks of thousands, that’s a million dollars
they not exterminators, but they k!llin’ mouses
i’m tryna drop a n*gga, y’all be k!llin’ houses
d*mn, what the f*ck is that?
you shoot the crib up, then you know that sh*t coming back
n*gga, shoot your granny crib up, get something splat
n*gga knock on your front door and run in with a mac
boom, that mean everybody dies
everybody not gon’ make a million, but everybody try
but is they really tryin’?
them n*ggas said they slidin’, but is we really dyin’?
you gotta think about it
bring me a pint of quagen, i’ll drink the bottle
chillin’ with some young fine sh*t, she lеt me meet her mama
i met hеr yesterday, she let me beat tomorrow
two*hundred*fifty k, i knock the weekend down, boy
i can make a million dollars every month
just let me out this house, b*tch, i’m gon’ run it up
i think i drunk too much pop, i f*cked my stomach up
but i wasn’t drinking clean pops, boy, i poured something up
like ooh, what you pour, tris’ or some quagen?
b*tch, i had some wock’ on my tongue, i still can taste it
n*gga, last time you drunk act’ was 2018
last time i drunk alpharma january 18th, this year
when i did my first show
do you know how it felt? i sold my first ‘bow
i’ll jump out on a skit wearing church clothes
please don’t play with baby bro, he really hurt folks, like real
like really, like real life
i got this sh*t from wafi, boy, this real ice
you went to status jeweler and got a deal twice
i signed with empire back in 19, ain’t signed a deal twice
nah, i’m still independent, i’m still in the trenches
if we talking ’bout work, i’m still in the kitchen
but the studio my kitchen, i be flippin’ chickens
give me thirty for a verse, i rap for fifty minutes, n*gga
i’m a motherf*ckin’ scram scr*per
i’m a gaffle boy, we get our d*mn paper
m.i.n.e entertainment, that’s the d*mn label
come sign with us right now, we turn you up, baby
i just did a collab with the runt people
we smoking real weed, you little dumb people
four thousand for a ‘bow, but ain’t nothin’ for sale
i hate when n*ggas start this beef sh*t, then get they brother k!lled
like d*mn, boy, you should’ve warned your family
like, b*tch, why you come over and you ain’t wear no panties?
you must be tryna f*ck, b*tch, you out of luck
i’m wockied up, i’m stockin’ up
i done bust two nuts today, so i ain’t got enough
i’ll jump off stage right now and f*ck somebody up
i’m chillin’ with my old head, he poured some quali’ up
but he only poured a deuce, that sh*t just not enough, n*gga, i’m gone

- rio da yung og lyrics

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