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rmc mike - drive by lyrics

[intro]
b+tch!
ghetto boy sh+t, n+gga

[verse]
f+ck a scat, n+gga, this a wide body benz
plugs and the bricks came in, i tell them “fly me ten”
one day my mama caught me f+ckin’ on siamese twins
we kicked the door down, naw, they couldn’t deny me in
where was ya’ll n+ggas when i was broke and didn’t have sh+t
talk about that sh+t we used to do, boy that’s past tense
now i can go walk up in the mall and just cash in
f+ck a verse, i need 5000 for a adlib
how i just got myself blew off at a fan crib?
huh? caught a body in no eight, his name sam smith
counted up 2000 blue strips, now my hands stiff
n+gga tried to ride my main b+tch, she let the fend rip
$10,000 all blue, that’s a [?]
have her forty times, gelato forty+one, called they a miss
n+gga try to flew for five bands, that’s his friendship
huh? tell me, whip up a pipe with the theined crisp
oops, i mean theined crust
sixty+thousand for the capris, it came rimmed up
it’s really stuntin’, but you know i switched the venz up
reap what you got, stand by the hunnid ten, plus
back to the acg boofs, we cut them tens up
we need a touchdown on his play, huh, teamed up
if you with me, that’s my bro, n+gga, we f+ck friends up
cartier frames, bustdown, with the lense cut
n+gga happy ’cause he finally put his first ten up
’cause i done put up 10 ten times in a quick month
forty+one bezel, hittin’ hard, got his b+tch f+cked
i done got so used to sh+t talkin’, i can’t switch up
i’m a problem but ya’ll n+ggas really can’t f+ck with my brother
we gon’ both knock him out with one punch, ain’t no double+
we drinkin’ [?] poured him a shot of double+
i still drinkin’, but sometimes i be iffy ’bout double lean
had to call, with a eighth of red, they came up the+
[?] the honey badger came double+armed
pay attention, ’cause you prolly think i’m talkin’ ’bout the f+ckin’+
no i’m not, b+tch i’m talkin’ three+hunnid, with the double arm
ran up some dawg sh+t from sh+t+talkin’, i ain’t got a+
swear, our blocks, in the boof, b+tch, i ain’t got a lot
now you mad, b+tch, it took me eleven minutes just to find a pipe
shoutout to my brother louie, way, we still grindin’ right?
i’m the truth, and i tell my b+tch the truth, that mean i’m lying, right?
left hand kinda f+cked up, i gave [?]
had to go to make a hunnid, did that sh+t in like five nights
9k for this outfit i got on, i’m a fly guy
they be p+ssy, man, i’m startin’ to really think they got nine lives
b+tch, we came up in one year, look how time flies
quarter body with my blood n+gga, gave him a high+five
stop and talk sh+t to the haters, i don’t just drive by
[outro]
like what up, n+gga?
know what the f+ck goin’ on, man
ghetto boy rmc sh+t, n+gga
yeah, b+tch

- rmc mike lyrics

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