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Lil Pump, Rio Da Yung Og - No Hook (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Pump
Lil Pump
Vocals
Rio Da Yung OG
Rio Da Yung OG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gazzy Garcia
Gazzy Garcia
Songwriter
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Songwriter
Christopher Barnett
Christopher Barnett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CBMix
CBMix
Producer

Στίχοι

CB on the beat Uh, Jetski, brr You ever seen two pregnant bitches in a fist fight? Huh? You ever seen two pregnant bitches in a fist fight? (Huh?) Baby mama number one and number two (ooh) Whoever win this fight, that's the one I'm gon' choose (for real) I'm pourin' up three's, I don't like to pour two's (no) Have you ever sipped a whole pint in one night? (Huh?) Have you been inside your house and rode a dirt bike? (Ooh) Have you ever blowed a whole mill' on ice? (Have you?) You ever been in a marial with a Glock 9? (Fya, fya) Have you ordered twenty sandwiches from Popeyes? (Huh?) I got this Mexican bitch drinkin' peroxide (wow) If I OD on Wockhardt, just let me die (damn) I catch a body, cut my hair and I go to Dubai Huh? You thought I was finished? The homie caught a body and there ain't no witness (uh-uh) Poured a pint in the ocean while my neighbor was fishin' Learned a lot from my cousin just from bein' in the kitchen, I whipped it Now I'm sellin' bricks to Andrew Wiggins I beat a nigga up that used to play for The Pistons (gang) When you on drugs, you make better decisions (ooh) Hold up, let the beat drop (brrt) I just sold your lil' brother re-rock (ayy) I got an Indian bitch named Tanika (huh?) All she do is suck dick and smoke reefer (smoke reefer) They say I'm disrespectful I got eighty pointers sittin' on my bezel (on my bezel) I ran off on the pussy, who gon' book me? Tell the promoter I'm hittin' licks, don't book me (don't book me) So I started thinkin' I got a lot of bitches, I lost count of these bitches (how many?) I sold a whole brick to a midget You better start sellin' crack, start your own business (huh?) I poured a seven, I'm faded as fuck Fuck around, go rob a Brinks truck (Brinks truck) I robbed your baby mama in a Toys "R" Us (uh) And I put some Forgiato's on a short bus (vroom) I had to make this quick stop at Wingstop (Wingstop) I left the booth and got some top, I'm a rockstar (hey) I met this one bitch the other day with three felonies (woah) We had a threesome the first night, she was on ecstasy (uh) If I don't like the engineer, shoot him in his ear (doo-doo-doo) I ain't payin' for studio, bitch, I'm out of here (bitch, I'm out of here) And I ain't payin' for no pussy, bitch, get out of here She had a seizure doin' Xans while I drank a beer (ah) Hold up, I'm finna call the ambulance I called the plug by mistake, damn, I'm out of it (brr) I asked the plug for more pints and he was out of it (huh?) If you suck this dick, I'll make you to a rapper bitch I got a pint of red in my pants, so my pockets big Boy, your Rollie fake as fuck, I heard it tock and tick Thirty in the Glock, the only time you catch me poppin' shit AK shoot fire and blast off like a rocketship Drink two pints in a day, hope I survive the shit An eight of zip of Runtz, I'm poppin' blunts as my survival kit My fat bitch is tougher, she just took a fuckin' rifle clip Now the twinnie's on me right now, this bitch Bible thick If you ain't almost overdose off drank, you ain't sippin' right If you ain't spent ten bands in one day, you ain't livin' right How you a GD but ain't got blues? You ain't crippin' right Your bitch sellin' pussy but stay broke, you ain't pimpin' right I'm a 810 baby, yeah, the dirty water I pour my drank in Aquafina, I drink dirty water Street nigga, I'd bust a nigga head for thirty dollars Fuck a red rose, when I die, bring me purple flowers I told Pump match the pint and he was down for it My bitch threw my drank in the pool, I almost drown for it I don't want the bitch, her ass flatter than a iron board You wanna buy this Act'? I need your leg and an arm for it Yeah, I'm overtaxin' Hit a fat bitch in the trap and pop the blow-up mattress Signed a deal and sacrificed my opps, I hope I blow up rappin' Lyin' in your raps goin' on top, boy, you overcappin' Damn, you lie too much Get on the track and train, my shoes loose, I need to tie 'em up Killed the beat and had a ceremony, held your lighters up Spin the Hellcat a hundred times, fuck the tires up I love the smell of burnt rubber How you sellin' dope but always broke? You a hurt hustler I kill a nigga Saturday night and go to church Sunday In the club Friday actin' rich, but you got work Monday I need a secretary Tax time hustler, boy, you only ball in February Tryna drink a lot of red today, I need that boysenberry Said I'm gon' be rich and then it happened, I'm a fortune teller Ayy, Jeffery, where you at? I need a refill Shoot you up close in your sleep and make your dream spill Now I got blood on my new Chanel Fucked around and got my shirt dirty but I'm clean still W-O-C-K-H-A-R-D-T, I could drink an eight straight Man, I drink so much drank, it got me gainin' weight Lace a nigga blunt and teach him some, bitch, it's trainin' day You can't find me, I be MIA like Babyface Bust a nigga granny daughter face with the baby Drac' Tell your mama call her sister, make sure auntie straight Me and Pump linked up, you shoulda seen the look on haters face Rio, nigga (ah) No Hook one Ooh, Jetski Yeah, yeah Ahh
Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Gazzy Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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