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ape childd, rmc mike, louie ray & rlsg b smith - complex lyrics

[verse 1 ?]
i f+cked my b+tch with a b+tch, i know she f+cking with me
and to the n+ggas hating on me, you ain’t f+cking with me
i had to cut the n+gga work, i hit the [?] with [?]
[?] keep calling back to back, but she only spending 50’s

[verse 2 ?]
let me talk my sh+t
n+ggas asking if i got some percs, like i don’t keep a script
n+gga tryna fistfight, like he don’t see my hip
i’ll k!ll the whole party, that’s a lotta rips

[verse 3: rmc mike]
my n+gga a in this b+tch with the gas pack
i only sold 7 grams off the last batch
made unc re+rap the brick, he used glad wrap
10 million streams in a month, we on a fast track
don’t interupt my grind, unless you down to die
i got a n+gga that’ll k!ll you for an ounce of [?]
i sware i knew that b+tch name, because pr+nounced it right
i just poured 7 lines in an ounce of sprite

[verse 4 ?]
i know i need help, but i ain’t ask
n+ggas probably would’ve told the laws [?]
i’m busting down 20 grams of raw in the cabnit
you can’t get a stane on my carpet, i’m aladdin
b+tches love to roll in my sheets, ’cause they satten
n+ggas catch a [?] what i’m rapping
i can make it lock with a [?] magic
f+ck it, i’m a let the bullets rain [?]
i ain’t rich yet, [?] baggie
had her living out her best life when she had me
[verse 5 ?]
[?] only up ’cause the addies
i ain’t tell them crackerjacks sh+t when they had me
n+ggas hard as h+ll on the net, drop an addie
you try to pay me 10 for a perc, i start laughing
n+ggas know i want 20 a perc, why they asking?
i’m calling uncle sam, the way that i be taxing
i stacked the bens, and i’m flexing with the jacksons
i got any type of gun you need under my mattress
it’s a drout on the work, so i’m taxing
sniffing on that sh+t [?]

[verse 6: rmc mike]
i’ve been going store to store, tryna find these addies
high as h+ll on a plain, tryna find the pilot
hit the road, o a turnaround, rewind [?]
i just smoked a zip of real runts, [?] pint from [?]
i don’t f+ck [?] i like [?]
and you can’t buy sh+t from me, unless it’s large amounts
bro said he want that spice talk, bring the bars out
pop a n+gga, then go get some tacos off of [?]

[verse 7 ? ]
pop a n+gga, put him in the air, like he a darkstar
pop a couple sh+lls in the air, and clear the crowd out
i’m a drive back to california, start a loud house
i don’t really listen to the noise, [?] loud out

- ape childd rmc mike louie ray rlsg b smith lyrics

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