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lirik lagu louie ray, rio da yung og & rmc mike - motivational shit talking

motivational sh~t talking lyrics
[intro: rmc mike]
b~tch
updoe this b~tch crazy

[verse 1: rmc mike]
ri where you at? what’s the deal? let me rock with you
i just bought a 6 of tech bring a pop with you
pop a n~gga in his sh~t right after i shop with him
this a 10 milli, you ain’t gonna make it to the hospital
run in to my n~gga updoe, i’m like “what up doe?”
we ain’t gonna start raining in this b~tch until’ the club close
.44 long as h~ll but my .38 snub nose
unc been selling dope all his life he made a ticket out the drug zone
start an argument with my b~tch cus’ the mug gone
smacked the b~tch knocked her tooth out like “get the f~ck on”
2800 hundred for these gucci slacks, b~tch got a cuff on it
my b~tch tall, coochie big as h~ll i like to rub on it

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i hope you don’t think we squaring up, i got a gun on me
fetty wap, put a hundred grams of… alright one more time
fetty wap, take a hundred grams of cut and put a 1 on it
i heard mike running out of breath i got a lung for him
cut in to a bad redbone, i got a son for you
gary did the chain, n~gga don’t you see the gold sun on it?
dog whipped his gun out on me, we dropped a hun on em’
on the east making twenty sales with this gun on me
cranberry sprite with the wock taste like glass red
me and mike dropped a hundred k shots out the aztek
in the lamb truck, see the fire coming out the ass end
you know you getting good head when you get up and your ass wet
[verse 3: louie ray]
it’s hard drinking lean with ya’ll cus i be half dead
he gon’ always do some flukey sh~t cus’ he a half bread
d~mn, i mean a half breed
sh~t ain’t blooming for you over there, you planting bad seeds
fannie pack 11 hundred hold a 40 piece
i just leveled up on jewelry quick shoulda recorded me
the ones that sell supreme and off white be the stores for me
brick on me, gotta ride this honda accordingly

[verse 4: rmc mike]
appreciate the hay, rio scored the whole four for me
took a b~tch to my crib, she said “mike it’s the marble floors for me”
young b~tches ain’t sh~t, my old hoe do more for me
2 deuces in the small pop this the 4 for me
she say her baby daddy f~cked up, it’s the poor for me
b~tches out here f~cking anything, it’s the wh0re for me
i like the layout of the b~tch new crib, but it’s the porch for me
b~tch that is not your real hair, it’s the horse for me
i just hit the dog with some sh~t to put a horse to sleep
s~xy b~tch can barley speak english, she portuguese
finna blow this b~tch crib up, she keep ignoring me
georgia bulldog paint scheme with the florida seats

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
pop a perc 30 then hit the b~tch forcefully
your baby daddy broke, i make him go to the store for me
b~tch ain’t tryna let me f~ck, it’s the floor for me
you tryna go get this drank? go in court for me
my white boy want a gram, meet me on dorton leaf
perfect shot, i can close my eyes and score a 3
i drink 4’s and up, you will never see me pour a 3
talking about some paperwork? look up “da’mario h~rne” for me
it’s hard to keep up cus’ your heart petty
bought some 28 rucci’s, then bought the car separate
got into it with a n~gga in a bar, and threw a dart at em’
b~tch tried to put me out the whip, i threw my car at her
mmmmarrghh, i feel like superman
n~gga i ain’t going broke, i got super bands
wrist game good, the way i cook the dope i got scooter hands
so much rose i might dye my hair gold like [?] did
n~ggas went and hide, cus’ they shooter dead
you use your head, if i can’t get the top? then use your legs
stop rapping about a brick of dope if you can’t move a gram
f~ck the b~tch hard and dtp i feel like ludacris
[verse 6: louie ray]
these is not white timbs, it’s the diors for me
you can tell i did this before, it’s the seniority
every time i say a little something, it’s like poetry
can’t find a stain on my name, [?] for me
talking about some sh~t i just spent when they report to me
i be holding me and mines up, it’s the support team
negotiating how to sell dope when i was 14
your dumbass gon’ still be on the shore watching the boat leave
thinking about the l’s i took tryna cope with em’
i did say i got the dior boots and got a coat wit em’
looking at myself in the mirror tryna smoke wit em’
i be treating n~ggas like my kids but i don’t joke wit em’

- lirik lagu louie ray rio da yung og rmc mike

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