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lirik lagu rawood & rio da yung og - fully loaded

[intro: rio da yung og]
to accept this call, press 0 (pooh, you a fool for this one)
to refuse this call, hang up or press 1, what up, pooh?
to present calls from this facility, press 6

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
ghetto boyz sh~t, n~gga, i keep a hundred racks on me
i ain’t slippin’, keep a couple straps on me
b~tch, i might have a deuce of act’ on me
you would never catch me with a rack on me
like, what the f~ck is a thousand dollars?
life was good when i was broke, then came a lot of pr—
when i made the commas came a lot of problems
b~tch said she proud of me, i took her prada shoppin’
fully~loaded drac’ in my possession, this is not a k
me and double just poured up twelve lines, this is not an eight
told primo loop the beat for me, i got a lot to say
a n~gga tried to rob me this morning, alright, listen
a n~gga tried to rob me this morning, ten people got shot dead
poured a six of tris’, i ain’t liked how it taste, i threw the pop away
the police jumped behind me, hit two lefts and threw the glock away
i ain’t tryna get that high, i just gave a deuce of snot away
seven chains, two watches, they can’t keep up
i hate when i ain’t got no drank, it f~cked my sleep up
i’ll put twenty racks on your head and f~ck your week up
i think i’m too loud on the mic, cut the beat up
shot my b~tch in the leg ’cause she cut my gucci tee up
bougie drank sipper, i ain’t never poured a three up
30 shots hangin’, i ain’t never had my heater tucked
slimed my b~tch, this dumb ho called her daddy, he got beat up
brand~new tires on the h~llcat, i tore the streets up
made thirty racks last week, put twenty g’s up
oh, you want a hundred grams? i’m finna turn twenty g’s up
i need an eight of wock’ and ten percs to pop, i hit two g’s up
drank kickin’ hard, this sh~t’ll f~ck bruce lee up
hit a b~tch on her period, f~ck my white tee up
had to put the b~tch out, i ain’t too fine to let bleedin’
fire on a n~gga, then hit him with the— and make him bleed and stuff
[verse 2: rawood]
i’m movin’ ’round with— and the glizzy
if you ain’t afraid to take a risk, then come and get in with me
i just hit another state and now i’m in another city
i just copped exotic ~~~~, and, man, the tickets lookin’ pretty
if you ain’t gettin’ no money, i don’t expect your ass to get it
if you ain’t a hundred bands up, you are not permitted
if you ain’t gettin’ no money, why the f~ck you even listen?
every time me and ri get on the beat, we be trippin’
thinkin’ you could f~ck with us, on god, you boys is silly
ri just put a 50 in a bl!cky, is he trippin’?
pray to god them boys don’t start singin’, lionel richie
and i keep my faith in god, that’s why i’m steppin’ in some christians
ever since i started gettin’ pape’, sh~t ain’t been the same
friends’ll reveal them true selves and they ain’t muddy game
i just really want the money, brother, you can keep the fame
all my people ’bout to get put on, i be the one to blame

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