Paroles de la chanson Hate To Leave par Rio Da Yung OG
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Paroles de la chanson Hate To Leave par Rio Da Yung OG
[RMC Mike:]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Bitch
This drank in my cup cost more than your mortgage
Draco, that's my bae, but I'm in love with shootin' 40s
How the fuck is you a pimp and you make love doin' orgies?
I done took twelve shots in the club, now I'm horny
Bitch make that ass clap and throw it back 'cause I'm important
Unc' mad as hell 'cause I done took some packs out his order
Used to sell it raw, but I done made some racks off the water
(It's a Wayne beat)
Bitch
This drank in my cup cost more than your mortgage
Draco, that's my bae, but I'm in love with shootin' 40s
How the fuck is you a pimp and you make love doin' orgies?
I done took twelve shots in the club, now I'm horny
Bitch make that ass clap and throw it back 'cause I'm important
Unc' mad as hell 'cause I done took some packs out his order
Used to sell it raw, but I done made some racks off the water
If my bitch make it back with that pack, I won't charge her
McLaren got three hundred on the dash, nigga, what's a hemi?
Lil' bitch tried to make me mad, I done upped a fifty
Made two hundred racks off speakin' facts ???
It be a lot of pussy shit goin' on around, but I love my city
Flint Town, 810 shit, we got choppers heavy
White boy done threw thirty pointers in the chocolate presi'
Gen5 Glock out the box came optic-ready
Brain matter on the dashboard look like a pot of spaghetti
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
You could make fifty racks off an ounce of fetty
McLaren got three hundred on the dash, nigga, what's a hemi?
Lil' bitch tried to make me mad, I done upped a fifty
Made two hundred racks off speakin' facts ???
It be a lot of pussy shit goin' on around, but I love my city
Flint Town, 810 shit, we got choppers heavy
White boy done threw thirty pointers in the chocolate presi'
Gen5 Glock out the box came optic-ready
Brain matter on the dashboard look like a pot of spaghetti
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
You could make fifty racks off an ounce of fetty
I just cut a nigga drank with an ounce of petty
Who wanna go to war with me? I think my chopper ready
Ran out of drank and Percocets, called Doctor Eric
Bitch, your baby daddy still can't fuck with me
Everybody can get shot if it's up to me
Used to sell zips of hard, prayin' I'd touch a B
Now I might wake up tomorrow mornin' and drop bumblebee
I got four thousand for a pint, who got Morton Grove?
You could fuck my bitch and ??? my sons, just don't touch the stove
Twenty-one hundred for a fuckin' coat
I been gettin' so much money, what the fuck is broke?
Who wanna go to war with me? I think my chopper ready
Ran out of drank and Percocets, called Doctor Eric
Bitch, your baby daddy still can't fuck with me
Everybody can get shot if it's up to me
Used to sell zips of hard, prayin' I'd touch a B
Now I might wake up tomorrow mornin' and drop bumblebee
I got four thousand for a pint, who got Morton Grove?
You could fuck my bitch and ??? my sons, just don't touch the stove
Twenty-one hundred for a fuckin' coat
I been gettin' so much money, what the fuck is broke?
[GrindHard E:]
Quali', Morton, Hi-Tech, Act', and Tris, I done drunk it all
I used to pour my lean up in pops, now I drink it raw
Used to fuck with the dog, now we fuck with dogs
We don't talk on the phone no more when it's work involved
They pull me over, they gon' have to come and search with the dogs
My bitch stopped bringin' her friends around 'cause I fucked 'em all
My fiend went in debt, I told him he could come work it off
PLR, FN, and Glocks, we done shot 'em all
When I was fuckin' with the yay, used to leave it raw
Bad bitch Cuban-Puerto Rican, had to fuck her raw
Quali', Morton, Hi-Tech, Act', and Tris, I done drunk it all
I used to pour my lean up in pops, now I drink it raw
Used to fuck with the dog, now we fuck with dogs
We don't talk on the phone no more when it's work involved
They pull me over, they gon' have to come and search with the dogs
My bitch stopped bringin' her friends around 'cause I fucked 'em all
My fiend went in debt, I told him he could come work it off
PLR, FN, and Glocks, we done shot 'em all
When I was fuckin' with the yay, used to leave it raw
Bad bitch Cuban-Puerto Rican, had to fuck her raw
How the fuck my nigga get indicted? He never served a log
Now he in the fed library learnin' all the laws
[RMC Mike:]
Seven guns in this vehicle, please do not approach it
Girly ass fake, but it move with a lot of motion
PMK kennels, ??? got Gucci collar on her
She still let me fuck after the club, threw a dollar on her
VOSS water washin' down my Percs, yeah, I'm bougie now
Honey pack in a Patrón bottle bring coochie out
Fat nigga, but I could still beat your bitch doonies down
I'm quiet, too, watch me turn up when it's juice around
Now he in the fed library learnin' all the laws
[RMC Mike:]
Seven guns in this vehicle, please do not approach it
Girly ass fake, but it move with a lot of motion
PMK kennels, ??? got Gucci collar on her
She still let me fuck after the club, threw a dollar on her
VOSS water washin' down my Percs, yeah, I'm bougie now
Honey pack in a Patrón bottle bring coochie out
Fat nigga, but I could still beat your bitch doonies down
I'm quiet, too, watch me turn up when it's juice around
Damn, do that make me a fiend?
Had to stop drinkin' Odell, that shit made me mean
Rub my nut in my bitch face like it's Maybelline
Your drank cut, bro got some shit that'll make it clean
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Fetty Wap can turn a half an ounce to eighty G's
Cold-hearted nigga, bitch, my heart only eight degrees
Whipped out an AR with monkey nuts and dropped eighty-three
Silencer on the FN quieter than a baby sneeze
Why your nose keep runnin'? You hit powder, don't you?
Was fuckin' hoes in the livin' room 'til the couch was broken
Had to stop drinkin' Odell, that shit made me mean
Rub my nut in my bitch face like it's Maybelline
Your drank cut, bro got some shit that'll make it clean
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Fetty Wap can turn a half an ounce to eighty G's
Cold-hearted nigga, bitch, my heart only eight degrees
Whipped out an AR with monkey nuts and dropped eighty-three
Silencer on the FN quieter than a baby sneeze
Why your nose keep runnin'? You hit powder, don't you?
Was fuckin' hoes in the livin' room 'til the couch was broken
Head weak, you be suckin' dick for two hours, don't you?
Oh, you a stripper? I'll hit the day shift and shower on you
When granny take her teeth out, she give the best head
I got a fresh tray of ice cubes, I need some meth heads
Fuck some Akorn, the glass Hi-Tech the best red
Half of my opps in a wheelchair and the rest dead
[GrindHard E:]
Went on a lick, shit went bold, he got left for dead
My opps either D-E-A-D or on a deathbed
Rap bitch keep textin' me, she got left on read
I heard you sleep on a blow-up mattress, you need a better bed
Oh, you a stripper? I'll hit the day shift and shower on you
When granny take her teeth out, she give the best head
I got a fresh tray of ice cubes, I need some meth heads
Fuck some Akorn, the glass Hi-Tech the best red
Half of my opps in a wheelchair and the rest dead
[GrindHard E:]
Went on a lick, shit went bold, he got left for dead
My opps either D-E-A-D or on a deathbed
Rap bitch keep textin' me, she got left on read
I heard you sleep on a blow-up mattress, you need a better bed
Seen two or three of my people OD, I stopped takin' beans
Watched a nigga get killed over a sale, I stopped takin' fiends
When a bitch get around me, she just hate to leave
I heard you need a J-O-B, come rake my leaves
Watched a nigga get killed over a sale, I stopped takin' fiends
When a bitch get around me, she just hate to leave
I heard you need a J-O-B, come rake my leaves
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