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rmc mike - arguing, pt. 4 lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
(enrgy made this one)
sh+t
f+ck

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
if i gotta f+ck a skinny b+tch, it’d be coi leray
burnin’ while i’m nuttin’, ah, done scorched her face
i made dog buy some cut, i done forced the drank
teller let me get my money, i done torched the bank
i got a white b+tch named susan
she got an uncle wanna k!ll me ’cause i stole his uzi
knock the “g” off his clothes, now he goin’ to er in some “ucci”
in every state, every city, i’ma f+ck a groupie
[verse 2: rmc mike]
i just got some head from a b+tch, that ho lil boosie
then head back to the bricks on some stolen ruccis
my ahk finna catch a body for me, i had to hold his kufi
left, up, down, right, left, i control the coochie
it’s a cheat code
i made my b+tch eat some chicken that’s a week old
cool as h+ll shootin’ a k, lettin’ the heat blow
quarterback sneak, b+tch, i’m tim tebow
okay, you lil’ red, man, and i’m deebo

[verse 3: krispylife kidd & rmc mike]
told mike i don’t wanna get high, but he still had a three poured
lot of money for these moncler boots ’cause my feet cold
told my mama i don’t fight b+tches, but i beat hoes
i just stepped on a— d+mn (d+mn)
i just stepped on a mother— (d+mn)
i just stepped on— yeah, now my feet swole (woohoo, yeah, n+gga, alright)

[verse 4: rmc mike]
off a six, tryna drive the ‘cat, i hit a street pole
i done drunk too much of the drank, it’s comin’ out my peehole
blew a n+gga crib up, under the porch, it’s some c4
nothin’ but ass and titties in my section, it’s a freakshow
i just hit another rap b+tch and now my d swole
urus, urus, track’, h+llcat, them my team goals
put a six+four in a cherokee, now my jeep swole
off a perc’ tryna do laundry, i got bleached clothes
[verse 5: krispylife kidd & rmc mike]
d+mn, me and mike posted in sunridge
i just gave a shot of casamigos to the drunk kids
please don’t touch baby kripsy, ’cause i punch kids
i make any fight stand, they thought it was them one kids
if a b+tch wanna join death row, she gettin’ humped in
on the e+way in a c8 ‘vette, i’m doin’ one+ten
d+ck leakin’, still tryna f+ck, i put my pus in
growin’ up, i never got cussed out, i got cut in
me and mike in milwaukee finna f+ck them one twins
she thought it was my d+ck, but i’m sl!ck, i snuck the pump in
stumbled out the crib, the maybach crib what i jumped in
fifty+round five+seven on me, this that one fin
ayy, beat a b+tch down while she eatin’ my mans up
we still runnin’ trains on b+tches, and what?
man, no, mike, we too grown for that
kidd, you can’t fight that lil’ boy, you too strong for that
i got too high, mike, where my fours at?
got it into it with the engineer, where my song at?
hangin’ out the window with this b+tch, i’ll get you dome+tapped
drunk as h+ll, askin’ white b+tches where my home at
come on, mike, you can’t control yourself?
i done stole money from me and i owed myself
never goin’ back broke again is what i told myself
if the rap stop, i’ma hit the road myself

- rmc mike lyrics

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