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Artiste : Rio Da Yung OG
Titre : Definition Of Rio
You niggas had that E D D run now y´all back broke
Tryna do that one dance I think my back broke
Bitch I grew up in the dope house smellin crack smoke

Ian never told you can keep me wit them rat jokes
45 a lean him back like fat joe
I´m so high I´m askin freeze where my blacks go
Boy you cap so much you needa work at the hat store
Ok I´m tired of drinking wockhardt where the act go
You just let a nigga beat yo ass where yo strap go
Yeah the same one he takin pictures wit
My nigga up a million of unemployment benefits
Ian gon lie when I was broke I stealin shit
But Bitch I was that niqqa back then I´m still the shit
Hunnit racks off rap this month yeah I´m still legit
Bitch I can make it thru the hood I was built for this

You walked out yo first week you was built to quit
Niqqas askin how I´m droppin chains I seen him get six
You snitched in a song and got yo mans jammed that´s poetic justice
E D D hustlers Ed Ed n eddy
24 lines gone meet Tom n Jerry
We just drunk a whole pint n a 8
Bitch shut up before I pour the whole sprite in yo face
VVS diamonds a light up the whole place
I´m at CVS lyin tryna bust a scrip for a 8
No homo but ia bust this bitch all in yo face
You want me to promo yo tape you gotta give me 60k
Niggas talkin bout fuck do you know what I just made?

You want a free cup of what do you know what I just paid?
$5600 for a pint and ian tryna sell it
Yo weed look like sum bullshit ian even tryna smell it
Bought a brick from bro he 100 ian gotta scale it
The plug a drive the bows from Cali he ain gonna mail it
I´m from the hood ion need no 1 nigga that not a felon
Yo man keep getting out jail cuz he out here tellin
Fuck sum Benihana I´m gonna take a hoe to potbelly
Beatin a bitch down for a hour then I got sweaty
So much lean in this 20 ounce I just dropped jelly
Bust a hunnit shots out the drake I got my Glock jealous

Fuck around n hit the lean raw hit the pop separate
Yea
I´m a dope fiend
I just beat my bitch ass cuz ain´t no codeine
At this point my drug test prolly gon read morphine
I wake up in the morning drop a deuce and eat 4 beans
I prolly did rob you in the past that was the poor me
30 shots hanging out the Glock is a 4 3
Bitch I´m a whole pint of wock you could pour me
You wrote a statement tryna dodge a testimony go to court please
So we can see yo face
Heat check before you walk in lemme see yo waist
Nigga I just drunk a whole pint I need 3 more 8ths