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rmc mike - intro lyrics

[intro]
hah
n+gga say he want that
i can’t, yeah
b+tch
yeah
look

[verse]
six ward savage hit my line, so let’s lock in
beat a n+gga ass, then stomped him out in my top tens
just bought a six of purp from my uncle, it was not thin
my ex won a case for 80k, but she is not rich
f+cked my girl’s sister, i ain’t gon’ lie, i am not sh+t
i got the keys to this rap game, b+tch, i’m a locksmith
my new b+tch ain’t got no ass at all, but my pop thick
the feds tried to crack down on the gang, but they ain’t stop sh+t
i be pourin’ drank in the club, bae, i don’t pop cris’
doggy tried to take the soft over, boy, you is not chris
young n+gga tried to steal my sauce, boy, you is not it
i hit his girl twice, then hand that b+tch to the block list
b+tch, now i’m back focused
k sh+ll hit him in his chest, it left his back open
left the weed alone for a minute, but now i’m back smokin’
ghost brought that new ar out and left the back on it
told girly get off my d+ck, but she hopped back on it
break it down, hit the dog twice, then put my tax on it
took this sh+t to daisy lane, had los put his stamp on it
came back to the six with them bands and did my dance on it
new b+tch actin’ insecure ’cause all her friends want me
f+cked that b+tch off an rp, got her prayin’ for me
scratched off in the rt, that b+tch had ram on it
bro bought a plain jane ap and bust the band on it
ho, i got a drank habit
sip all my lean out a glass, boy, i hate plastic
dog had ten pints of green, he think he saint patrick
i just talk my sh+t on these beats, boy, i hate rappin’
bro caught a body last summer in a bape jacket
‘bows in like, like a lee hands, them b+tches stay ashy
uncle craig, he a chaldean, so he don’t pay taxes
in the game like ea sports, but i don’t play madden

- rmc mike lyrics

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