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rmc mike & fox bd - mixmatch lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
(it’s a wayne beat)
phew, phew, phew (elijah)
yeah, look

[verse 1: rmc mike]
a million dollars cash, that’s my monthly go
you can catch me in milwaukee tryna dump a load
we put our faith in dog and he up and told
my brother reese caught a body, sent him up the road
hmm, he knocked the 9 down
me and fox gon’ k!ll somethin’ if we slide down
we caught him lackin’ at the bar, tryna buy a round
she tried to offer me her p_ssy, turned the vibe down
hmm, i’m on some pape’ sh_t, n_ggas ain’t sh_t
hmm, the 308s hit, tryna break sh_t
tryna get his faced lift from a fake brick
ain’t no way, b_tch, ’cause we take sh_t
lil’ bibi poured a pop, like, “here, taste this”
yes, i’m a rapper now, but still take hits
i’m tryna take over the game, on my drake sh_t
i’m not finna argue with n0body, i just paint sh_t
bulletproof lane switch, on some gang sh_t
i’m on some wayne sh_t, b_tch, we ain’t missed
he poured a four, nine piece of that cake mix
we gave his ass nine weeks and he ain’t make sh_t (mm_mm)
[verse 2: fox bd]
rio told y’all already we make trees flip (mm)
quagen, wock’, tris, and— mm, i need somethin’ different now
quagen, wock’, tris and act’, this a different mix
lil’ bro got caught without that b_tton, this a different switch
h_ll yeah, i’ma bond him out ’cause he won’t snitch
went from eatin’ bologna sandwiches to calamari
have you ever seen a young n_gga bought the ferrari?
million_dollar n_gga, but he ain’t q with a tar
ever case i beat, i got a bond with my lawyer
you wanted to be a cop, n_gga, might as well correct petty
i do my thing with the ‘bow, but bro f_ck with the fetty
n_gga, we got plenty sources, if you want ’em, we mail it
don’t turn my name down to get the p_ssy, n_ggas messy

[verse 3: rmc mike]
we left his brains in the kitchen, lookin’ like spaghetti
unc’ gon’ make a million dollars playin’ with the fetty
i got a body on the floor, hit me when you ready
fox poured up a six, let’s indulge in it
shoot a video with this k, look like cole bennet
hmm, drop a pint in the pot, dropped my soul in it
yeah, i’m a fat n_gga, but i’m long_winded
hmm, how i rap for days
don’t ask me how my day went, n_gga, ask the k
bring me thirteen thousand you wanna rap today
i just got new drank plug out of santa fe
we in cali’ with it
can’t catch that n_gga lackin’, hit his daddy with it
whole house filled the bag, call it family business (hmm)
doin’ donuts in the striker, they won’t catch me in it
i’m finna dash the b_tch
bd said, “after your done with her, bro, pass the b_tch” (hmm)
i can’t tax him for this sh_t, i let him have a brick
turnt now, i remember days not havin’ sh_t
rush hour traffic, gettin’ head from the baddest b_tch
i’m not average
i can tell you what i want, i’m not askin’ it
i’m demandin’ it, b_tch

- rmc mike fox bd

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