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rmc mike - a million off fentanyl كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(f_ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)
alright, look
she the coldest in the city, want me to pay for it
huh, we ain’t doin’ that, though
you gotta realize
you f_ckin’ with a real n_gga
b_tch
huh, look
[verse 1]
she the coldest in the city, want me to pay for it
told her i’ma still grind like a skateboard
if your brother fell down, would you wait for him?
sh_t, i would, i’ll sacrifice my life for him
my heart cold, i could survive in an ice storm
he ain’t got the money for the feat’, give me a pipe for it
i take my gun everywhere, i got the rights for it
say you got the plug on the ‘bows, what the price for it?
he want twenty_two five, so i bought ’em all
what i spent in saks fifth, could’ve bought the mall
my youngins down in dc f_ckin’ with the frauds
my uncle still in the 6 f_ckin’ with the dogs
a lot of n_ggas in that can, yeah, i miss ’em all
take it back to 2010, i would’ve k!lled ’em all
i bet i strike the batter out quick when i pitch the ball
i know a n_gga right now made an m off of fentanyl

[interlude]
that’s no cap, n_gga
it don’t matter what you do, n_gga, it’s a thousand hustles out here, n_gga
you gotta get out here and get you one, n_gga
grind, n_gga
get you some motherf_ckin’ money out this b_tch
yeah
that’s what i’ma do, n_gga, ghetto boyz sh_t, n_gga
hah, yeah
[verse 2]
right now, my name hotter than some fish grease
i need a b_tch with good p_ssy and some big feet
stomp a n_gga head in the club, we was six deep
b_tch text my phone that she pregnant, is you sh_ttin’ me?
we ain’t doin’ that, sent that b_tch to flush and rolled
you wouldn’t believe i had to do that to a couple hoes
i was gettin’ them b_tches gone quick and didn’t touch the ‘bows
made a hundred racks right in flint, we ain’t touch the road
sh_t, i was too high to f_ck the b_tch, i didn’t touch the ho
we in the d, i need a corned beef on an onion roll
the pandemic on, you back broke, where your money go?
the situation got a lil’ sticky, no honeycomb
i was into servin’ grams, we was into robbin’
i had to get it out the mud, you got sent to college
ridin’ ’round with six guns tryna get it poppin’
now i’m gettin’ it off the rap, had to flip the option
n_gga flexin’ with his money, watch me flip his pocket
compact xd four_five, this a different rocket
stuffin’ dog sh_t in my jeans, i done ripped the pocket
you cannot get plugged over here, this a different socket
okay, let me keep goin’
i’m f_cked up, walked in the bank with my heat showin’
b_tch ugly, so i peed on her
my new b_tch p_ssy good, so i beat on her
i had to boss the b_tch up, i threw a slee— alright
i had to boss the b_tch up, i threw a sleeve on her
i knew she sucked d_ck good, look at the knees on her
she make the p_ssy squirt, huh? i threw a c on her
that’s chanel, b_tch
i’m in the kennel with that dog like i sell pits
they say the road got hot as h_ll, so i mailed it
i’ll knock a b_tch son out like i’m melvin
i’m in boston servin’ green sh_t like a celtic
huh, p_ssy— hah, yeah, b_tch tried to put her p_ssy in my face and i smelled fish

- rmc mike

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