Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Legendary, artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 16.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Too Legendary |
| What up, Enrgy? |
| Nigga, it’s Rio Da Yung OG |
| Boyz in this bitch, nigga, this shit too legendary, yeah |
| Hit a nigga with the K, turn him to a ghost |
| Hit his face with the toaster, turn his bread to toast |
| Burn a pussy with the heat, turn his head to roast |
| Hollow tips hit up close, turn his egg to yolk |
| Yeah, I’ll fry a nigga |
| How much a human being cost? |
| I’m tryna buy a nigga |
| Told my brother cut me off, he see me buy a Swisher |
| I drink red, you’ll never catch me buying liquor |
| Nope, unless it’s for the hoes |
| I don’t really like to rap unless it’s for the pros |
| I need another pint of drank, I think I’m runnin' low |
| Shoot a nigga twice, one of the bullets hit his stomach hole |
| Stupid, that’s a belly button |
| I’m 'bout to eyeball you a zip, bro, my scaley jumpin' |
| Why you sittin' in the spot if you ain’t sellin' nothin'? |
| Keepin' tabs on every play I make, I think you tellin' somethin' |
| Uh, I don’t fuck with rats |
| I had to throw my hat away 'cause I don’t fuckin' cap |
| Talkin' big shit over these beats, I don’t mumble rap |
| Thug life, bitch, I’m Pac without the stomach tats |
| Bitch, I’m 2Pac without the nose ring |
| I get excited every time my flip phone ring |
| How much you got? |
| Man, you worryin' 'bout the wrong thing |
| You need to worry 'bout where your bitch goin' when the ho leave |
| My bitch told me to grow up, I’d rather grow weed |
| I ran through a football field and ain’t find no seeds |
| Lookin' for the opps, like I’m an ahk, I can’t find no beef |
| You think you shootin' up this house, boy, this the wrong street |
| I used to fuck with, but I can’t no more |
| I’ll beat shit down your leg, bro, I ain’t no ho |
| I been stressin' long enough, I can’t take no more |
| Out of town with a zip of ****, bro, this ain’t no blow |
| They think they finna catch me slippin', but I ain’t gon' go |
| I’m in Flint, from a hood where you ain’t gon' go |
| I love my city, police got behind me and I 810 |
| Use some tape, hit it with the press, it ain’t shake no more |
| Bitch, I’m a survivalist |
| My granny caught me with some work, read me a bible script |
| BM bitchin' got me out of breath, man, I’m tired of shit |
| Hit that room and kept my mouth closed on some quiet shit |
| Told the plug I need a B and bring a knife with it |
| I’m finna cut this white bitch like Michael Myers did |
| Boy, it don’t matter if you strapped, you can die with it |
| Ceramic pan on the glass stove, I’m finna fry a brick |