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rmc mike - feb. 18 lyrics

[intro]
(man, this beat hard as h+ll, good lookin’, rj)
b+tch

[verse]
let me set the record straight, n+gga, i’m a savage
i know my n+gga mari slidin’ when it’s time for action
your b+tch gave the p+ssy up, she know i’m a rapper
had my white boy k!ll some sh+t, he a toronto raptor
baby james, baby four+nickel with a green dot
i don’t want no lean in the booth, bring me a green box
i been makin’ bands off the rap, don’t need a fiend now
i just sold dog a cut eight, i took a three out
b+tch, that’s only five lines
a n+gga try to poke me in the club, i shot him five times
fug grip on my plr, f+ck the guidelines
in the o with twenty racks on me, timofey mozgov
i’m in the scat’ with no brakes, f+ck it, keep goin’
dame in thе back with the chop, i think he rollin’
set a n+gga up quick and еasy, sic a freak on him
pop a n+gga, police don’t know sh+t, i went ot on ’em
extra grip on my four+five make it accurate
i ran out of weed, i sold dog ‘bow packages
naw, i don’t wanna hit your cup unless it’s actavis
i let louie roll all my weed, he use plastic tips
i can say one word, i bet i bag the b+tch
hit her with a condom, but it broke, yeah, the magnum ripped
hit my new b+tch in the mall while i was cashin’ sh+t
sorry, i can’t waste no time with you, got a bag to flip
hold on, rj just stopped the beat
okay, bring that b+tch back when i pop the heat
i paid a low for hi+tech, i get wock’ for free
you n+ggas blind to the fact, but it’s a lot to see
i just whipped a new batch and let billy taste it
he took a hit and passed out, pure humiliation
i done came too far to stop, bro, i can really make it
unc’ knocked his head off, i paid him for the situation
he used a k, it was russian with the back folded
cuz pulled out the box chevy with the ‘lac motor
plr hangin’ from my neck, i put a strap on him
i bet you can’t outrap the g.o.a.t. i put a stack on it
ran up a hundred on rap within eight months
sorry for the rappers that i made take a pay cut
the hooks wasn’t workin’, i had to him him with a straight punch
we put our city on, why them motherf+ckers hate us?

- rmc mike lyrics

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