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lirik lagu substance abuse – rmc mike & rio da yung og

[intro: rio da yung og]
(marc boomin, this you?)
i know, yeah
what up, marc boomin? n*gga, ghetto boyz sh*t
alright

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
if it’s money on the floor, i’ma walk to it
ben frank my friend, sometimes i talk to him
i got a loyal b*tch with no car who will walk to me
whole pint of wock’ gone wednesday, it was bought tuesday
and i ain’t sell a line, you know it’s gone ’cause i don’t drop deuces
4462, d*mn, man, i’m kinda stupid
i might get an assault charge ’cause i abuse it
how the f*ck i catch a case for sellin’ dope and i’m a user?
chase him down in a long blue coat, i’m with scooter
i’m with a blowhead shooter, he ooh coke out his roof
i wasn’t tryna f*ck your b*tch, but she shouldn’t have spoke to me
mike noddin’ off the drank, but hе still woke to me

[verse 2: rmc mike]
n*gga, put that blunt down, that sh*t you smokin’ on smell likе potpourri
they labeled me the hood president, come vote for me
n*gga, i’m hungry, i just want a steak down from ocean p
baby girl wanna f*ck me bad, it’s the no for me
n*gga said he bought a h*llcat, it’s the note for me
everything coming off the head, n0body wrote for me
spent so much money at saks fifth, i got a coat for free
i be f*ckin’ on the doctor daughter for fours of lean
told the whole world once before i’m a lean junkie
hoes say i’m fat, it’s not the food, this a lean stomach
my set shot so motherf*ckin’ smooth, i got a clean jumper
yeah, i still beat my b*tch ass, she a mean woman
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
so many shots, these will last for three summers
f*ck a slumber party, laying in the bas*m*nt, that’s a sleep*under
eight hundred dollar shirt on and my jeans custom
brick smell clean like soap, but the weed musty
ahh
i just popped out with a ten*pack of zaz’
white b*tches in the crib, titties out, mardi gras
six n*ggas in the truck with all sticks, that’s a party bus
b*tch, stop lyin’ sayin’ you pregnant, i hardly f*cked
i was off an oxy’ and a pint of tuss’ noddin’ and stuff
so how the f*ck did i nut in you?
already look like you got lice, i ain’t touchin’ you
had to spill my lil’ redbone, she a bugaboo
big drum on the handgun, it go doo*doo*doo
vvs diamonds in my chain, really w
just had to ask my mama do my uncle ooh?
six hundred gram cuban on, neck uncomfortable
my b*tch shoot, drive, and she got her l’s, she smuggle too
b*tch think she the one, she number two
i just poured an unknown amount, this jungle juice
whole pint in one pop, that’s substance abuse
n*gga, i ain’t gotta k!ll you, my cousin’ll do it
twelve white hoes on deck, i feel like uncle luke
i’m finna fly to la and smoke a qp with uncle snoop
[verse 4: rmc mike]
a lot of dogsh*t in my pocket, just a bunch of p**p
out in colorado, i was living in a bungaloo
young dog really can’t shoot, he go above the hoop
i swear i’ll beat a n*gga ass ’til my knuckles blue
bro finally showed me how to swipe, i punched a coupe
and naw, this ain’t animal abuse, i punched a goose
n*gga, i’ll never hit your drank, but i’ll punch your juice
call rio to a video shoot, he brought a huncho through
kinda f*cked me up, this n*gga had a blunt rolled up too

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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