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something happen - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
i got white grease with me (elijah), i got pablo
i got the original grease man
we finna start a fire in this motherf*cker
(his name’s pablo)

[verse]
i got a hunnit cash on me, i’ll spend all this sh*t
today a light day, i got on all rick
a million dollars, bro, that’s what you call rich?
n*gga, i just spent two million dollars, play with tall sh*t
shout out my n*gga audi, call it dog sh*t
pull into the o and i just landed on some dog sh*t, like craig daddy
she got some good p*ssy, but her head chatty
crank the supercharge up, i done scared granny
fifty racks each pocket, why my pants saggy?
i got a million dollar deal, still dress tacky
crazy part, i ain’t even got no advance, i been just rappin’
your numbers don’t go up, cause you just cappin’
i’m finna drop a mixtape called “something happеned”
please don’t stand bеhind me, ‘cause i punch backwards
’25 maybach with the run flatters
i made $100k this week and let my son have it
put the gun behind my back, start shootin’, how i run backwards
f*ck the hoe n*ggas, free the ones matter
n*ggas ain’t got hands, nowadays, havin’ a gun matter
eighty*six hundred on me, finna spend it all on drank
duh, it was a pint of red, what the f*ck you think?
i got three million stashed, n*gga, f*ck a bank
but when you take it out the wrapper, it’s gon’ f*ckin’ stink
yeah, smell like mildew
i just made a hundred thousand on some real shoes
you said everything you won’t, but what you will do?
like slime your brother out for a couple dollars?
white supreme mid*tops cost a f*ckin’ prada
b*tch asked, “can we f*ck?”, i’m like, “nada”
she put her brother in our business, and i popped him
he pulled up with straight quay’, so i wocked it
this sh*t was all in god plans, you can’t stop it
i’m tired of buyin’ drank from these n*ggas, need a doctor’s ‘script
when your car go 200, it be hard to stop it
like, how you sayin’ i owe you somethin’ cause you see i got it
when i was dead broke, you ain’t see the profit
when i asked you to do a song, you would switch topics
your bum ass, should’ve played for flint tropics
ap got a bomb in it, why that b*tch tockin’?
why that b*tch tickin’?
hope i see the hoe in person, i’ma kick flip her
you can’t get over on me, i done tricked trickers
plus, i ain’t never lose sight, i see the big picture
you n*ggas big b*tches
hit a l!ck for ten racks and bought six switches
that ain’t even no bbl, she got a big biscuit
i was tryna cook a whole brick, then my wrist twisted
yeah, i twist my wrist
at the gas station, dude got popped on, we reminiscin’
before this rap sh*t, i was in the kitchen
n*gga, i was broke as h*ll, but i had a mission
c said we couldn’t go flat, long as we had a kitchen

- rio da yung og lyrics

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