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kookoo language - yn jay & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro: rio da yung og]
money is not everything, it’s the only thing

(it’s a wayne beat)

[verse 1: yn jay]
i’m with babytron
gun got a small boom, it was a baby bomb
i just went and bought a new watch so i can’t waste time (f*ck the fire, we got grease)
you a big fat liar, you faizon
i don’t show no love, i don’t want no love
i told the b*tch, “i’m tryna f*ck, i don’t want no hug”
my house expensive, i got ten thousand dollar rugs
tired of sippin’ lean out double cups, i think i need a mug
i need a coffee cup
i shot a n*gga in his neck, he had to cough it up
b*tch always at the gas station, she let pauly f*ck
can you shut the f*ck up? bro, you talk too much
i’on wanna hear it
and i’ll take a n*gga sh*t before i ever steal it
but i’on steal sh*t
i put bro in gun class ’cause he k!ll sh*t
and i just took a numbеr two but i still sh*t
you know i sh*t on n*ggas
and i’on f*ck with dawg no more, but that’s still my n*gga
we just can’t hang togethеr
i put two n*ggas on the rope and let ’em hang together
i make it rain in summertime, i’m finna change the weather
change the forecast
a million dollars ain’t sh*t, i need more cash
b*tch say i got a horse d*ck, she got a horse ass
sh*t!
sh*t talkin’ the whole song, they keep askin’, “where the chorus at?”
i know you muslim but i’m not, where the pork at?
and i’on need no knife to stab you, where the fork at?
but i’on gotta stab no n*gga ’cause i got glocky with me
and i drop twenty five twice, look like i dropped a fifty
that n*gga said he got dogsh*t but his pockets empty
i’m gonna slide on my opps like is you rockin’ with me?
i’m in the background gettin’ sloppy toppy, feel good
and i only really like the head ’cause it feel good
i got a tree branch on the k, it got real wood
and i just broke up with my b*tch but it’s still love (haahh)
romeo and juliet, sh*t, that’s real love
i put my hand on my heart, i’m tryna feel love
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
man, jay, you play too much
a lotta sh*t got said, but i ain’t say too much
girl, ain’t n0body tryna f*ck your stankin’ b*tt
better watch out for lil’ tay, he’ll drink yo’ cup
right now i’m chillin’ with my white boy, he papered up
i poured a five up, drunk out my baby cup
face in the pillow, f*cked her makeup up
and i know you lyin’ ’bout sh*t you sayin’, bro, hang it up
and yes i’m tryna f*ck this coochie, languish
he k!lled five n*ggas off some angel dust
a six of glass red, like paint in the cup
i wish virgil was alive, i’ll f*ck around and have that n*gga paint in my cup
it’s a deuce of green in there, bro, that ain’t my cup
yes, i’m a millionaire, i didn’t make that up
but look at how i move, i shouldn’t e’en have to say that stuff
they shot him in the stomach, f*cked his navel up
now that n*gga got two bellyb*ttons
i’m on 79th street tryna sell a b*tton
on some bullsh*t, you wanna trade yo’ gun in?
i could* i could make a b*tch stop what she doin’ if i say i’m comin’, like
like, if i say i’m comin’ over there
like, i could make a b*tch clear a whole schedule just if i say i’m comin’
then a b*tch opened her mouth ’cause i say, “i’m cummin'”

- yn jay rio da yung og lyrics

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