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rmc mike - duck hunting lyrics

[intro: 3200 tre]
(it’s a wayne beat)
(marc boomin, this you?)
hmm, i like when my cup full and it’s cold as f_ck
(f_ck the fire, we got grease)
like

[verse 1: 3200 tre]
hmm, i like when my cup filled and it’s cold as f_ck
hmm, i look good in white gold and rosy stuff
hmm, i can’t have no white girl, i’m gettin’ rosey stuffed
hmm, don’t scared to spend that pape’, n_gga, quit holdin’ bucks
hmm, i can rap on anythin’, n_gga, load it up
hmm, you ain’t high until you fall asleep holdin’ a cup
huh, i cannot pour no deuce, only fours and up
hmm, it’s only twenty_four in here, i got kobe tuck
sh_t, i guess i must’ve use the rest
i’m a million dollar n_gga, i can’t be doin’ sh_t for less
that is not my b_tch, bae, i just be usin’ her for neck
i upped the score in rеal life, but i’m probably losin’ on the ‘net
likе, i don’t use my platform to promo f_ck sh_t
hmm, i just made eight thousand today, i’m finna tuck six
hmm, i pop a perc’ and hit my cup, so i don’t nut quick
hmm, i never lose, i’m cookin’ up, i got that one wrist
i got that one hand, i got them one fingers
huh, i’m just gon’ buy new outfit, i never come cleaners
huh, f_ck the grass that’s over there, i think my trunk greener
hmm, n_gga, stop sprayin’ the ‘bows, you usin’ runtz cleaner
[verse 2: rmc mike]
i got all a’s, i got some head from my drunk teacher
she wanna feel it in her stomach, stuck it much deeper
my choppa got ptsd, it like to touch people
i heard your shows gettin’ canceled, wasn’t enough people
wasn’t enough bodies, wasn’t enough money
overalls with balenci’ boots goin’ duck huntin’
glock be speakin’ to me, he like, “mike, i wanna touch somethin'”
my brother reed just poured a pint just for the f_ck of it
let me grab a cup, let me grab some ice
reese caught a body and they gave ’em a half a life
droppin’ off dirty loads of money, need a bath tonight
we made a million out the hood, we got braggin’ rights
uh, brand new glocks out the box, let’s put a body on it
this n_gga poured up some pie, i threw some jollies on it
b_tch aggressive with the head and she sloppy on it
take a b_tch and build up her body, i’m ronnie coleman
hmm, gaffle boyz in this b_tch, we got pape’ for days
a lot of water on us now, we can make a wave
i’m finna buss a big clock down, shout out flavor flav
we do the same job, but n_gga, we don’t get paid the same
i make a bunch more
if you ain’t come to make pape’, what you come for?
she got great head, but she a dumb wh0re
hmm, i’m high as f_ck off this x but give me one more
and a oxy too
hmm, f_ck for a hour and a half, that’s what oxy’s do
the k got some rust on it but the glocky new
sh_t, if my brother send some shots, i’ma pop him too
gotta keep it honest with these n_ggas, you’re not the truth
like you not number one and we’re not the two
hmm, rappin’ all that bullsh_t, kick him out the booth
he thought i wasn’t strapped, i pulled a .43 out my boot

- rmc mike

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