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2 Legit Lyrics - Artist : Rio Da Yung OG
Nigga, you could have all the heart in the world, nigga
But you ain't gon' drop shit, though, you know what I'm sayin'? Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, it's Rio Free the whole ghetto Dopeboy Nikes on Bitch, I got a gun on me, what we fightin' for? He ran up on me too quick, now he dyin' slow Every day I drink a brick, I can't buy a four Niggas better stop actin' tough, that's what they dyin' for I'll drop the price on the work if you buyin' four Told my bitch I got dogshit, I ain't lyin' no more So yeah, I fucked your best friend raw if you tryin' to know Alright, it's time to go High as hell in the studio, I can't find the door I couldn't find the door when it was time to go I just bought an eight, bro, it's time to pour You know I love this Wockhardt shit You know I'll jump out with the heat and I'll spark shit When you really livin' like that, it get dark quick Don't pull up in no Scatpack 'cause I'll park it Nigga, yeah, I'll make the beef sl- Yeah, I'll make the beef slow down when I start it If I fucked up, keep it, I sound retarded But I'm not, bitch, you know I'm the smartest They say my heart is the purest Bitch, I got loyal fans bangin' me in Europe If you ever seen my face, I was off syrup The feds hit me with a bad case, but I'm not scared VVS F-color diamonds, they not blurry One of the opps made it to the hospital, got shot at Hurley If you see me noddin' off, I probably popped a Perky Nigga, not an RP-10, I popped a 30 Bitch, I got it out the mud, that's why I'm kinda dirty Told my bitch she could fuck my brother raw, I'm not worried I'ma keep droppin' shells out this Glock 'til it stop workin' Seen my first ten off rap, then I stopped servin' Bitch, I'm ridin' dirty, better stop swervin' I know I look broke, but I'm not scurvy Cocky, I just cut into Natasha, she did not curve me Caught a nigga danglin', 8 a.m., he got shot early Bitch ask me do I miss her? I said hardly I just dropped another watch, cost a Harley Davidson, now I'm on Dayton tryna serve Carly Had to cut my nigga off, he brung a bird 'round me Bitch, I'm too legit Drop a hundred shots in the crowd, if you hit, you hit If I told you what I just made, you would slit your wrists If you knew the freaky shit we did, you would kill your bitch If I really want your watch, I'll steal your wrist If we down to the last drop of Wock', I'll steal your sip Gettin' on him with a .50 cal, cartwheelin' shit Everybody got a heart in they chest, but you still a bitch |
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