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Artiste : Rio Da Yung OG
Titre : Where Da Fine Shyt
(Marco)

Don´t call me if you lookin´ for that white stuff
I got a hunnid racks on me, tryna buy stuff

If I grab a two liter, I poured a pint up
Ten hoes just pulled up and I don´t like one
Where the fine shit?
Brodie keep a strap on him like a dyke bitch
Just kicked my cup over on some hot shit, I need some more drank
Walk in the Louis store, three thousand for a phone case
Fuck a lawyer, if I go fed´ again, I´m fightin´ my own case
Sayin´ you gon´ swing this block, somethin´ that you don´t say
I made a crazy number yesterday, somethin´ I won´t say, yeah
I pull up bro in BP, ´cause you know they tryna smoke Tay
Yeah, six carats each ear, I think I´m finna go eight

Who the fuck did your chain? How much the rope weigh?
He ain´t go GIA, he went the wrong way
Bust a brick down to rocks and I got it off his stone
Drunk a pint, went shoppin´, bought some J´s, I had a long day
Now I´m finna have a long nap
We all got a baby AR on us, bro, we won´t fight
What the fuck I look like, chillin´ with a bitch I don´t like?
Had to put a muzzle on my dogs, ´cause they gon´ bite
Here go a zip of fish scale, you smoke dope, right?

I think the Glock got breast cancer, got one titty

Cracka want a dime bag, taxin´ 150
I already dropped the dime, pull up with that four-nickel
Huh, all these baby bottles, might just need a babysitter
I´m way too rich, ho, I ain´t gon´ put no baby in you
Huh, this a fifteen-seater, you in a baby Sprinter
I tried to put you on, I don´t know why you was playin´ with it
Black and white diamonds in my watch, look like Michael Jackson
VVS stones doin´ a Thriller when the camera flashin´
I´m servin´ hot shit just like Auntie Anne
I chewed the perc´ up like that bitch was candy
Drac´ get your head wrapped just like Nick Cannon

We gon´ strip that boy naked if that bitch jammin´
Take the Benz to the swap, now that bitch whammin´
She say she ain´t suckin´ dick, left that bitch stranded
Huh, huh, if she ain´t goin´, then a bitch goin´
I put ice all on my wrist like that bitch swollen
Kriss Vec´ up in my jeans, this ain´t my dick pokin´
And on the stove with a pot ´till my wrist broken

Mm, mm, ´till my wrist broken
And on the stove with a pot ´till my wrist broken
Mm, mm, mm, mm, ´till my wrist broken
And on the stove with a pot ´till my wrist broken