Still Spice Talkin Rio Da Yung OG (Ft. GrindHard E & RMC Mike)
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[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Did this one)
Damn
Okay
(Did this one)
Okay
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Me and E talkin' big shit professionally
Bitch, I’m somewhere gettin' money, don't question me
Took the book off the Wock’ pint, I need the recipe
Yeah, I think this eight a lil' short, remeasure me
Just dropped a lil' bitch, she called her bro, but he scared of me
I always get the red cheap when me and granny meet
I'll shoot this bitch from anywhere like I'm Danny Green
She always give me top, she ain't never got no head from me
I shop on one side of the set, I don't skywalk
Just seen a opp strollin', now that nigga in the sky walkin’
My bag probably short ’cause today, I been eyeballin'
Nigga ran his mouth and got shot, he died talkin’
Gucci jeans and Louis Vuitton pants I don't buy Balmain
Don't know what dawg drive, bro, just shoot at every white Charger
We got the city hot from doin' all that spice talkin’
Bitch, shut the fuck up when me, E, and Mike talkin'
(Did this one)
Damn
Okay
(Did this one)
Okay
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Me and E talkin' big shit professionally
Bitch, I’m somewhere gettin' money, don't question me
Took the book off the Wock’ pint, I need the recipe
Yeah, I think this eight a lil' short, remeasure me
Just dropped a lil' bitch, she called her bro, but he scared of me
I always get the red cheap when me and granny meet
I'll shoot this bitch from anywhere like I'm Danny Green
She always give me top, she ain't never got no head from me
I shop on one side of the set, I don't skywalk
Just seen a opp strollin', now that nigga in the sky walkin’
My bag probably short ’cause today, I been eyeballin'
Nigga ran his mouth and got shot, he died talkin’
Gucci jeans and Louis Vuitton pants I don't buy Balmain
Don't know what dawg drive, bro, just shoot at every white Charger
We got the city hot from doin' all that spice talkin’
Bitch, shut the fuck up when me, E, and Mike talkin'
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