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Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike - Fine Wit Dat (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rio Da Yung OG
Rio Da Yung OG
Vocals
RMC Mike
RMC Mike
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Songwriter
Michael Lee Smith Jr
Michael Lee Smith Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BEATSBYSAV
BEATSBYSAV
Producer

Letra

(Ooh, Sav killed it) Alright, man, you know Me and Sav got an understanding with this shit Alright Dum and Dumbber three, you know we had to do it Mike took my pill and we got into, oh He got a pill for me, so we not into it And no, them people house did not do nothing to me, but I shot into it Bitch pussy deeper than a bitch, I stuffed a lot into it I popped a Perc-30 last night and made a lot of music We can kill forty-one niggas, nine Glocks'll do it I think I poured like twelve lines up, my pop amusing Nigga, I'll sell my house for the right check I think I need nine rounds today, bitch, I like sex Walk in, let me see everybody gun, this a pipe check Deep water, let me say, "Bitch," that's a mic check They only sent your ass three thousand? That's a light check Bro, take your chain off, this a diamond check Talkin' 'bout big beaver, bro, your ass can't even find the set I just promoted a party, made an Oiler check How many Youtube views you got? This a subscriber check You ain't never seen this gun, this a dino TEC Pole on the shotgun look like we shootin' rhino necks I ain't gon' lie, Lil Baby hard, but Rylo next Twenty hoes texted me yesterday, I can't find your text Ridin' down Saginaw tryna trick, I can't find no sex Bitch suckin' dick with all shoulders, can't find her neck No cap, between me and Ri', they sent five Pateks Do you got that shit on you? This a diaper check I got so much shit in my pants, I caught a diaper rash Cook the whole brick of wet dope, where the dryer at? On the plane higher than a bitch like, "Where the pilot at?" How you niggas hotter than me and Mike? Where the fire at? Man, this bitch pussy loose, where some pliers at? Her friend ass flatter than a bitch, she got an iron back AR shine light on your spine, it's a Diamondback Ri' said he fucked my new bitch and I'm fine with that Man, I miss my old bitch, where's Diamond at? You said you paid twenty for the chain, where the diamonds at? I'm tryna put my balls in her mouth, where Lariyah at? Man, I need my hair redid, where Taniah at? Made a hundred racks last summer, July exact I ain't gon' lie, I can't even think of shit that rhyme with that Mike just fucked my main bitch and I'm fine with that Damn, I think I did it twice I hit her ass from the back, we had a vivid night I don't eat pussy, bae, you lucky if I lick it twice Alright, I got my mind made up, I'm trickin' twice Told the bitch I need a thousand dollars, that's the renter price Just gon' 'head and chop your neck off, boy, you rentin' ice Bitch pussy got more miles than a— than a, yeah Bitch pussy got more miles than a longsleeve from Enterprise Damn, c'mon
Writer(s): Da'mario Donshay Horne-mccullough, Daniel Robinson, Michael Lee Smith Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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