
John Wall Detwan Love (Ft. Rio Da Yung OG)
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[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(It's a Wayne beat)
What up, Wayne?
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
We still grindin' too, though
But we doin' all this shit for the money
Alright
Where you at, Ri?
Shit, I'm right here on Woodward
I'm finna turn right here on Jefferson
I don't know, bro, all I know is—
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm downtown D-Town right by Greektown
Finna meet my Arab, he got three pounds
My plug got a hundred bricks hid in a treehouse
She opened up her legs, I ate McDonalds, I don't eat out
Yeah, bitch, I don't go out to eat
Aw, shit, there go the state boys, bro, throw out the heat
We don't sell twenty stones here, bro, go down the street
Still got thеm two Glocks on you? Boy, ride with me
We been lookin' for thе opps, I just found a street
Two pints of Wock' in one day, you drink an ounce a week
I love my bitch, she used to sleep on the couch with me
Now I make her lick her fingers, count a whole hundred thou' with me
(It's a Wayne beat)
What up, Wayne?
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
We still grindin' too, though
But we doin' all this shit for the money
Alright
Where you at, Ri?
Shit, I'm right here on Woodward
I'm finna turn right here on Jefferson
I don't know, bro, all I know is—
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm downtown D-Town right by Greektown
Finna meet my Arab, he got three pounds
My plug got a hundred bricks hid in a treehouse
She opened up her legs, I ate McDonalds, I don't eat out
Yeah, bitch, I don't go out to eat
Aw, shit, there go the state boys, bro, throw out the heat
We don't sell twenty stones here, bro, go down the street
Still got thеm two Glocks on you? Boy, ride with me
We been lookin' for thе opps, I just found a street
Two pints of Wock' in one day, you drink an ounce a week
I love my bitch, she used to sleep on the couch with me
Now I make her lick her fingers, count a whole hundred thou' with me
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