(F*ck the fire, we got grease)
We do got grease now (it's a Wayne beat)
That nigga Wayne'll get on y'all producers' ass, nigga
All kind of different bags
Bitch, shake that ass
Bitch, shake that ass
I got an old pint of glass Hi-Tech, don't, alright
Bitch, shake that ass
I got an old pint of Hi-Tech, don't break that glass
Nigga, I was great at math
But if you look in the room, then I ain't in class
I was skippin', in the hood sellin' dope
I can't get a bitch pregnant, put on a glove 'fore I poke
I got rich semen
I can't find no white lows, I'ma Big B it
I get bored and find myself somewhere on Big Beaver
I feel like Jelly on the stage in a big beater
I be f*ckin' all the bad hoes, and I don't trick neither
Just counted twenty racks up and let my bitch keep it
Yeah, that's my baby mama
I be giving all my side hoes eighty dollars
Went in my right pocket, pulled out enough money to buy eight Impalas
Ninety racks cash on me, but I ate McDonald's
I feel like Durk, voice of the streets
Bitch pussy get moist when I speak
Takin' chances shoppin', I'm in 'Troit with the heat
Walkin' out the mall, won't see a nigga horsing me
Sad news, yeah, I f*cked your bitch unfortunately
I keep textin' the lil' bitch like, "Abort please, please, please"
Abort please, please, please, alright
I can't have no more kids, I got enough problems
I gotta fly back to the city, I got court problems
I remember tryna buy a nick with four dollars
Now I'm ridin' 'round with two blicks and four choppers
I just bought some new cut, this a horse dropper
Finna pour a four of Wocky in a Core Water
She won't let me hit her walls, she got a door stopper
I don't wanna f*ck the bitch, she a whore probably
But I wanna f*ck Percules
Nigga buy a lil' gun, now he Hercules
Pointy-tip Louis on, go to church in these
You tryna make a couple dollars? Come work for me
Me and JR just poured a bad motherf*cker, it's the Squirt for me
Stick my finger in a bitch pussy, it's the skirt for me
Damn near passed out f*ckin', I got syrup in me
Yeah, you got a hundred racks, but you poor to me
I got a bad-ass bitch, she Portuguese
Thirty racks to the side, them lawyer fees
I ain't squarin' up with no nigga, I SIG Sauer squeeze
Send my rich bitch a pair of Diors like, "Order these"
Grease Video (MV)
Performed By: Rio Da Yung OG
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Da'mario Donshay Horne-McCullough
Rio Da Yung OG - Grease Lyrics
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(F*ck the fire, we got grease)
We do got grease now (it's a Wayne beat)
That nigga Wayne'll get on y'all producers' ass, nigga
All kind of different bags
Bitch, shake that ass
Bitch, shake that ass
I got an old pint of glass Hi-Tech, don't, alright
Bitch, shake that ass
I got an old pint of Hi-Tech, don't break that glass
Nigga, I was great at math
But if you look in the room, then I ain't in class
I was skippin', in the hood sellin' dope
I can't get a bitch pregnant, put on a glove 'fore I poke
I got rich semen
I can't find no white lows, I'ma Big B it
I get bored and find myself somewhere on Big Beaver
I feel like Jelly on the stage in a big beater
I be f*ckin' all the bad hoes, and I don't trick neither
Just counted twenty racks up and let my bitch keep it
Yeah, that's my baby mama
I be giving all my side hoes eighty dollars
Went in my right pocket, pulled out enough money to buy eight Impalas
Ninety racks cash on me, but I ate McDonald's
I feel like Durk, voice of the streets
Bitch pussy get moist when I speak
Takin' chances shoppin', I'm in 'Troit with the heat
Walkin' out the mall, won't see a nigga horsing me
Sad news, yeah, I f*cked your bitch unfortunately
I keep textin' the lil' bitch like, "Abort please, please, please"
Abort please, please, please, alright
I can't have no more kids, I got enough problems
I gotta fly back to the city, I got court problems
I remember tryna buy a nick with four dollars
Now I'm ridin' 'round with two blicks and four choppers
I just bought some new cut, this a horse dropper
Finna pour a four of Wocky in a Core Water
She won't let me hit her walls, she got a door stopper
I don't wanna f*ck the bitch, she a whore probably
But I wanna f*ck Percules
Nigga buy a lil' gun, now he Hercules
Pointy-tip Louis on, go to church in these
You tryna make a couple dollars? Come work for me
Me and JR just poured a bad motherf*cker, it's the Squirt for me
Stick my finger in a bitch pussy, it's the skirt for me
Damn near passed out f*ckin', I got syrup in me
Yeah, you got a hundred racks, but you poor to me
I got a bad-ass bitch, she Portuguese
Thirty racks to the side, them lawyer fees
I ain't squarin' up with no nigga, I SIG Sauer squeeze
Send my rich bitch a pair of Diors like, "Order these"
We do got grease now (it's a Wayne beat)
That nigga Wayne'll get on y'all producers' ass, nigga
All kind of different bags
Bitch, shake that ass
Bitch, shake that ass
I got an old pint of glass Hi-Tech, don't, alright
Bitch, shake that ass
I got an old pint of Hi-Tech, don't break that glass
Nigga, I was great at math
But if you look in the room, then I ain't in class
I was skippin', in the hood sellin' dope
I can't get a bitch pregnant, put on a glove 'fore I poke
I got rich semen
I can't find no white lows, I'ma Big B it
I get bored and find myself somewhere on Big Beaver
I feel like Jelly on the stage in a big beater
I be f*ckin' all the bad hoes, and I don't trick neither
Just counted twenty racks up and let my bitch keep it
Yeah, that's my baby mama
I be giving all my side hoes eighty dollars
Went in my right pocket, pulled out enough money to buy eight Impalas
Ninety racks cash on me, but I ate McDonald's
I feel like Durk, voice of the streets
Bitch pussy get moist when I speak
Takin' chances shoppin', I'm in 'Troit with the heat
Walkin' out the mall, won't see a nigga horsing me
Sad news, yeah, I f*cked your bitch unfortunately
I keep textin' the lil' bitch like, "Abort please, please, please"
Abort please, please, please, alright
I can't have no more kids, I got enough problems
I gotta fly back to the city, I got court problems
I remember tryna buy a nick with four dollars
Now I'm ridin' 'round with two blicks and four choppers
I just bought some new cut, this a horse dropper
Finna pour a four of Wocky in a Core Water
She won't let me hit her walls, she got a door stopper
I don't wanna f*ck the bitch, she a whore probably
But I wanna f*ck Percules
Nigga buy a lil' gun, now he Hercules
Pointy-tip Louis on, go to church in these
You tryna make a couple dollars? Come work for me
Me and JR just poured a bad motherf*cker, it's the Squirt for me
Stick my finger in a bitch pussy, it's the skirt for me
Damn near passed out f*ckin', I got syrup in me
Yeah, you got a hundred racks, but you poor to me
I got a bad-ass bitch, she Portuguese
Thirty racks to the side, them lawyer fees
I ain't squarin' up with no nigga, I SIG Sauer squeeze
Send my rich bitch a pair of Diors like, "Order these"
Writer: Da'mario Donshay Horne-McCullough
Copyright: Lyrics © Distrokid
Copyright: Lyrics © Distrokid