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rmc mike – no free features lyrics

[intro: rmc mike & rlsg kd]
b+tch
rlsg
gang
ayy

[verse 1: rlsg kd]
my b+tch only f+ck with drug dealers, i don’t feel special
told my fiends for a hundred rock, they gotta arm wrestle
remember catchin’ plays with my cousin at the old castles
he fell out with his worker, tried to make his own schedule
[verse 2: rmc mike]
bro just caught a body at the store and he made the news
told him bring me back a three pack of 1882s
unc’ ran into some strong dog, this sh+t can take a two
ghost spent a stack on some versaces that was navy blue

[verse 3: rlsg kd & rmc mike]
dog spent a thousand on a gun he ain’t even shoot
beefin’ with some n+ggas, f+ck around and shoot the b+tches too
some old ladies seen us ‘cross the street, we k!lled them b+tches too
hit the block, serve one of my fiends, then i hit the booth

[verse 4: rlsg kd]
hit the club, scale in my pocket, servin’ in there too
poppin’ bottles, why you drinkin’ beer? you ain’t got no juice
fell out with my n+gga, bought a pint and he ain’t sell a deuce
caught an attitude with my b+tch and punched her in the tooth

[verse 5: rmc mike]
ain’t no liquor in my cup, boy, i’m sippin’ juice
unc’ whacked four n+ggas in the car and k!lled the engine too
lil’ cuz high off them bars, tryna remix the food
popped a perc’, gave one to my b+tch, now she itchin’ too

[verse 6: rlsg kd & rmc mike]
gave my fiend a molly, then i heard he jumped off the roof
meanwhile, you fightin’ with your b+tch over w2s
n+ggas really hoes, boy, you used to get punked in school
heard you fell in love with a b+tch ’cause she brung you some food
[verse 7: rlsg kd]
fell in love with guns, my role model was the dc sniper
f+ck around beat a n+gga ass, i know the crouching tiger
you a ho, don’t ask to hit my ‘wood or use my lighter
won’t buy a b+tch sh+t, she wanna eat, she might get a slider

[verse 8: rmc mike]
how you hit the road, come back broke, but your pieces fire?
holographic scope on that chop so i can see farther
hit the o in the chevy volt, we had to recharge it
i ain’t signin’ to no major label, i’m a street artist

[verse 9: rlsg kd]
my b+tch love to argue with me, i think she r+t+rded
her daddy got an old k, he gotta kickstart it
shootout with some beef, i wanna open up a meat market
practice on real live people, i gotta hit my target

[verse 10: rmc mike]
bro, this beat so motherf+ckin’ hard, i wanna restart it
five n+ggas, fifteen in this glock, that’s three for each target
ain’t n0body gettin’ no more features unless we solid
fell out with one of my favorite fiends ’cause i rerocked him

[verse 11: rlsg kd & rmc mike]
my favorite gun gotta be the glock ’cause you can’t de+c+ck it
i’ll put a n+gga in a box, he think we boxin’
just poured a pint of wocky ’cause they restocked it
b+tch, i’m playin’ with boy and girl if you need options

- rmc mike lyrics

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