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lirik lagu rio da yung og - paper trail

[intro]
(fursace in this b~tch, man)
(zstunnaa)

[verse]
i just left a dope hole with a bag of loot
you want some candy? just pull up to fly social and ask for dookie
she got so much ass, almost backed into me
he gon’ shoot you in your head if i hand it to him
these n~ggas fall for everything ’cause they stand for nothin’
b~tch, your pants a hundred, my grams a hundred
he pulled up tryna buy a gumbo stamp and they stamped him for it
that n~gga lost a shootout, they only had a taurus
i can’t pay for p~ssy, i’m too handsome for it
they got your lil bro, we need a ransom for ’em
and if he ask me a question, i got answers for ’em
i asked this bald head n~gga, “what you got cancer for?”
my b~tch asked me five questions, only answered four
hе said he was fresh as f~ck, what kinda pants was wore?
i got a pair of shoе rick pants on, drag ’em on the floor
i remember they was just laughin’ at your boy
like, how you take a picture in the mansion and didn’t tag your boy?
i told him take the switch off the glock, it be jammin’ more
she pulled up to the crib with no panties wore
b~tch, i ain’t got no money, what the f~ck you got a daddy for?
you need to ask him for it
i just had a pint of qua’, i’m finna grab some more
backseat action, the n~gga head went on the dashboard
you wanna learn how to sh~t talk, i’m sellin’ crash courses
i can’t find no shoes to wear so i just grabbed forces
sixty months in the feds, i made some bad choices
but i learned from my mistakes
hit him in his top twice, we gon’ burn him like some steak
that n~gga well done
i can’t wait ’til tay call and say trell won
bro was fightin’ fourteen cases, he got twelve bonds
but the po probably got a hold on him, i told him, “hold on”
this n~gga lit a black with some deuce in it, f~cked up the ozone
if i can’t find no louis, i’ma go chrome
d~mn, i can’t find no coochie, finna go home
i left my hat over there, i’m a rolling stone
bro said he caught hats over there, so he don’t go no more
you be buyin’ your bricks soft, i know who grow the dope
don’t come sniffin’ in rio business and get your nose broke
i’ll pay the high for the drank, but i’m not bobo
erd on the t~shirt, i look like a hobo
he cut his mustache off, look like a ch0m~
this is not no candy weed, we blowin’ do~do
this some old dro
n~gga, i done drunk more pints than mojo
she paid me in attention, bought her coco
i f~cked the b~tch face ’til her throat broke
i don’t, i don’t like your haircut, you look like a po~po
a n~gga think he gettin’ some’ off my body, you must smoke dope
you gon’ have to take this chain off my dead neck
through the windshield and left a n~gga brains on the headrest
that’s another angle
i smoked a n~gga uncle with my brother banger
i know we f~ckin’ right now, but i’m cummin’ later
if my b~tch ask me when i’m comin’ home, i’ma come in later
put my b and her friends, i need a f~ckin’ favor
they shot the top of his head off, he got a f~ckin’ taper
seen a n~gga make a real million dollars off some f~ckin’ paper
we not the same, boy, you touch on kids, all i touch is paper
he cooked the whole brick in the closet with a f~ckin’ hanger

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