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rmc mike - brad pitt lyrics

[intro]
(primo, turn this sh+t up)
(primo beats on the track)
b+tch
ghetto boyz sh+t, n+gga

[verse]
hold on, primo, let me roll a ‘wood
2020 widebody, so you know my motor good
i just sold some bullsh+t weed, but the odor good
i gotta hold the city down, b+tch, you know what’s good
free ri’, he’ll be back quick
junkies in the studio smokin’ hard, look like brad pitt
i ain’t gotta let off thirty shots, boy, i’m accurate
went down to the o and made a hundred out of akron
all facts, b+tch, you know i’m turnt right now
i just stuffed a zip in the blunt, i’m burnt right now
b+tch ain’t wanna give that p+ssy up, she hurt right now
three hundred in cash off of rap i earned right now
sh+t, i’m tryna touch a milli’
b+tch pulled up with big br++sts, i’m finna f+ck a titty
i remember days when i wish i could’ve touched a fifty
i’m good, but i’m back aggravated when my cup is empty
yeah, i’m a lean+head
“if you drink me, i’ma knock you out,” that’s what the green said
so i’m better off drinkin’ on some purple sh+t
i ain’t ask for no handout, boy, i worked for this
okay, the light turnin’ yellow, n+gga, press the gas
put some baby oil on my glock and it’s ejectin’ fast
come here, b+tch, i’m tryna f+ck on you with your naked ass
i know her head grade a, she the next to pass
i hit her with my leg up, now her frontal off
i swear i can write a book about how to become a boss
i’m on the wintertime grind, took the summer off
every other night, i gotta hit somethin’ new, but i’m comin’ raw
fat, nasty n+gga, i upgraded on my grind, now the cash is bigger
‘za ‘bows in for the low, but i’ma tax a n+gga
walk around with two guns on me, ready to whack a n+gga
that’s my caption, n+gga
picture me rollin’ through your hood with a hundred on
i popped a perc’ before we started f+ckin’, she keep cummin’ on me
ghetto boy sh+t, we the one and only
i miss shootin’ out to the ten with an onion on me
that’s a one+day trip
take his ass to church on some sunday sh+t
fresher than a preacher, on some runway sh+t
he want a zip of soft, i sold his ass cake mix
6 n+gga f+ckin’ with the 5, on my ape sh+t
if they get you in that room, boy, you better not say sh+t
sh+t, one wrong word’ll get a n+gga face lift
i’m a certified ghetto boy, on my drake sh+t
i’ll drive that sh+t myself, n+gga, f+ck a greyhound
n+gga said it’s in the air, i made a p+ssy lay it down
n+gga, i been gettin’ money since the cookie came around
n+gga pulled up with ten bands just to book me and i smiled
sh+t
[outro]
(primo, turn this sh+t up)
(primo beats on the track)

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