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naked party - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga, money is not everything
gaffle boyz sh*t, n*gga, you know what i’m sayin’?
that sh*t on the floor with me, yeah, yeah (f*ck the fire, we got grease)

[verse]
i’m with ten hoes, finna have a naked party
if the n*gga actin’ tough, he got a weapon, probably
lil’ bro called my phone, he just nailed somebody
every day i wake up tryna help somebody
like who the f*ck gon’ help me?
thousand ‘bows of gumbo, can you smell me?
oh, you got a new strap? let trell see
he got some loose act’, he tryna sell three
i don’t live in flint no more, but if you wanna sell dope, you gotta tell me
yeah, got a week beore i get off house arrest, but i feel free
i feel it in the air, run up in his house, k!ll him in a chair
if your n*gga runnin’ through the dog food, hit him with a square
off a g6 in miami, b*tches everywhere, it’s a different vibe
they shot him in his head, how he still alive?
i don’t sell food, but i can get a chicken fried
pulled up on my new b*tch and got my pickle dried
i know that n*gga dead, he got k!lled alive, he got buried alive
a n*gga touch rio, then everyone dies, that’s how it gotta go
chocolate chip cookie, got a lot of dough
burn his head with the ak and make pot roast
that is not no real act’, that n*gga got close
tell bro to chase the car down, that n*gga got close
paralyze his ass, now he cannot post
i got the lamb’ truck, i’m finna cop ghost
we had five hundred shots when we went and got ghost
and we had a switch on us, but he did not know
i told lil’ tay we can’t show him that
’cause if he ask, we gon’ have to throw him that
i asked him what he want for his birthday, he want a hat
and he want a sk with a shoulder strap with a knife on it
i know my chain nice, but you’ll trade your whole life for it
jr just called me with a sealed pint of dinosaur
i’m somewhere drinkin’ on a red pint, you can’t find a four
every time i hit patton moon, i spend a dime or more
i had a quarter million dollar jewelry on, won a diamond war
i don’t know ’bout your life, but mine important
i had some wockhardt, who could find some more?
these n*ggas don’t care, they hit his ass five times, they early
right now i’m in new york, but i’m not with gurley
i got some pork chops in the pint when i got with shirley, that’s my auntie
blackout, off the drink, b*tch, i can’t see
he drinkin’ fake drinks, so he fake sleep
they always win in shootouts, they slide eight deep
sh*t, i’d rather go and slide by myself, n0body can’t speak
i’m stickin’ to the crooked jumps, f*ck the fake t**th
you sneak diss at me on facebook, bro, that ain’t beef
[outro]
f*ck it, uh, um, i ain’t from the buck, but i jump in yn jay beef
matter of fact, i’m finna jump in tay beef

- rio da yung og lyrics

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