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rmc mike & rio da yung og – give me lyfe كلمات اغاني

[intro: rmc mike]
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
okay, gun draw, drop back, n_gga, hit him twice
b_tch

[verse 1: rmc mike]
okay, gun draw, drop back, baow, hit him twice
i’m finna pour a whole f_ckin’ pint, bring me ice
i don’t like tris, but wockeisha give me life
srt on everything i drive, it need lights
press the gas once, watch me take off on a b_tch
you can get a discount on your life, n_gga, not a brick
he a ho, man, he won’t bust a grape, he just talkin’ sh_t
made a hundred k fast as h_ll just talkin’ sh_t
hey, i’m the g.o.a.t., you n_ggas won’t believe it
he layin’ on the ground with a hundred sh_lls underneath him
my new b_tch and my baby mama got common features
i knocked down a lot of them hoes comin’ out of beecher
burberry hat, shoes, belt, plus i got the socks
no, i would not battle you, i’m not papa doc
lil’ n_gga playin’ in the mud, we got it off of rocks
dog approached my car a lil’ too fast, almost shot a cop
hey, ri’, get your ass up and come rap with me
backseat f_ckin’ on my ho, we in a 550
throw you in the jungle with nothin’, can you survive with me?
hey, how much drank can i buy with like nine fifties?
three ounces and a quarter line
i had the money on me, but i couldn’t afford to buy
in atlanta with a hundred thousand on me, lookin’ for a georgia pie
bae, i’m off three oxycontins, i’m more than high
i know i’m ugly, but all these hoes think i’m a gorgeous guy
i made a fat check off of rap snacks, come get your order now
i’m probably only n_gga in my hood that got the oregon 5s
play with my name and i’ll send you to the lord of mines
off_white sneakers with the spikes look like porcupines
here, you can take your money back, you was short a dime
drip everywhere in my room, i need to organize
d_mn, i need some purple cough syrup, the morton kind
i don’t sip on that sh_t, i be drinkin’ heavy
i’m finna drop another chain, got a thing for gary
seventy_five rounds at the bottom, just aim when you ready
he caught one to the back of his head, now his brains spaghetti
pull off on the scene in a tesla, it was— woah, alright
pull off on the scene in a tesla, it was dead silent
no bullsh_t, i just took off on a red viper
bro got a thing for k!llin’ cops, he a fed finder
b_tch, all i do is smoke weed, you a med buyer
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
b_tch ass flat as h_ll, sh_t look like a wet diaper
just got a method from 10kkev, he a vet swiper
oh, you was lookin’ for me? i’m at the set probably
or ridin’ down 9 and dequindre in a ‘vette probably
thirty racks, one night, i went to six parties
big_ass nickel on my waist hurt my hip kinda
me and mike just got some new chains, we hit a l!ck friday
b_tch can’t keep her mouth closed, she suck d_ck probably
my b_tch tryna get her body done, took her tit shopping
i seen a n_gga trickin’ with a b_tch, but he was rich probably
me and quonny used to flush act’, i ain’t sip quali’
dog tryna get his bucks back, he at the gym probably
hah, you get it?
if you see your b_tch starin’ at me, i hit it
i was gettin’ red thirty_five a line and i miss it
no h0m_, but mike pulled up with a pint, i almost kissed it
the mailman ain’t approaching my house right, i almost k!lled him
n_gga pulled up with some fake percs, i’m be_livid
yeah, i’m p_ssed off
he pull up with the ‘bows and try to tax and got ripped off
nowadays, five, ten thousand when i trick off
t__th fallin’ out one by one ’cause i sip raw
he tried to reach for the gun, blew his hip off
hit him in his nose with the k, blew his lip off
drinkin’ lean, tryna watch the game
my cup d_mn near gone ‘fore the tipoff
hittin’ this rap b_tch, i’m just prayin’ to god it don’t slip off
b_tch gave me the best head, she sucked my d_ck off
n_ggas can’t wait for me to slip so they can get off
they like, “ain’t he on probation?” then rio let the stick off
ten minutes later
seen him at the store, hopped out with fn and i chased him
n_ggas always thinkin’ sh_t sweet ’til i bake ’em
twelve racks for my white buffs, i’ll break ’em
oh yeah, dog and ‘nem still gettin’ drop, i hate ’em
before i popped him up with the glock, i maced him
after i hit him with the nine, i tased him
i would call lil’ dog my son, but i ain’t raise him
i was gettin’ a hundred for a piece of dope size of a raisin
it’s ironic, soon as you left the spot, it got raided
when the drink went up to three hundred a line, i paid it
everybody sayin’ i’m straight, but i feel like i ain’t made it
five years in the feds got me feelin’ kind of crazy
that’s why i work, work, work, can’t be feelin’ like i’m lazy
me and mike was rollin’ zips, you was pinchin’ out of eighties
your mama work at gm, i got her pension on me daily
n_gga, f_ck is y’all talkin’ ’bout, n_gga?

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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