
Feelings Rio Da Yung OG
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[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
What up, Marc Boomin?
It's Rio Da Yung OG, nigga
I had to go'n 'head and show y'all somethin'
Boyz in this bitch, nigga, you know what's goin' on
Sometimes I be in my feelings
[Verse 1]
Met a thick yellow bitch with a pretty face
Ass fat, with a belly ring and a slim waist
Fuck around and ate the pussy, it had a different taste
Say her last nigga was a square, bae, I'm a different shape
I got a thousand Percocets, I'll never take 'em
Got a lawyer bitch, try to take her, we gon' litigate you
I'm tryna teach you niggas somethin', let me demonstrate
Cuz got a pint, he tryna tax, I think I'm finna take it
Let me concentrate, I'm gettin' off-topic
Bend it over, make that ass bounce like some hydraulics
Baby, hit them knees and suck my balls 'til your jaws lockin'
I even got the pistol when we in the mall shoppin'
Pass it off like a quarterback and have my dawg pop you
I told him meet me in the car, now he runnin' back
Work a bitch out like the gym and have her stomach flat
I drink a lot of Hi-Tech, that's why my stomach fat
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
What up, Marc Boomin?
It's Rio Da Yung OG, nigga
I had to go'n 'head and show y'all somethin'
Boyz in this bitch, nigga, you know what's goin' on
Sometimes I be in my feelings
[Verse 1]
Met a thick yellow bitch with a pretty face
Ass fat, with a belly ring and a slim waist
Fuck around and ate the pussy, it had a different taste
Say her last nigga was a square, bae, I'm a different shape
I got a thousand Percocets, I'll never take 'em
Got a lawyer bitch, try to take her, we gon' litigate you
I'm tryna teach you niggas somethin', let me demonstrate
Cuz got a pint, he tryna tax, I think I'm finna take it
Let me concentrate, I'm gettin' off-topic
Bend it over, make that ass bounce like some hydraulics
Baby, hit them knees and suck my balls 'til your jaws lockin'
I even got the pistol when we in the mall shoppin'
Pass it off like a quarterback and have my dawg pop you
I told him meet me in the car, now he runnin' back
Work a bitch out like the gym and have her stomach flat
I drink a lot of Hi-Tech, that's why my stomach fat
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