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rmc mike - easy way كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
b_tch

[verse]
seen unc’ make 100k, that’s what made me hustle
finna cook two hundred grams of soft and save eighty of ’em
shoot them b_tches to the 10 where they gon’ pay me double
i grind hard every day because i hate the struggle
cuz spent thirteen thousand for an eight_piece nugget
white boy came from up north, he spent eighteen hundreds
caught an opp flexed on the ‘gram with his auntie money
hit his b_tch with the perky d_ck and she paid me for it
i ain’t wanna f_ck that b_tch, ri made me do it
f_ck around and drunk a whole pint, e made me pour it
popped a vic’, smoke a half a cookie, sh_t made me ‘noid
unc’ been high off girl all day ’cause he hate the boy
d_mn, i’m in a different bag
rap and trap, give you a cd for every zip you grab
me and ri the hardest in the city, now let’s mention facts
i need five hundred for a feature or you can kiss my ass
z boy just blessed me with a pint, n_gga, it was glass
i was servin’ all my classmates, you was gettin’ mad
i was leavin’ school to make plays, you was skippin’ class
jumped off the porch in ninth grade and started livin’ fast
i remember all them f_cked up days i couldn’t hit the stash
rest in peace, my n_gga, quanny mac, boy, i miss you bad
some days, i just sit and pray that god bring you back
i remember you took that nine from dreyo and didn’t bring it back
e brought me a small pop, said, “it’s a three in that”
you dropped an ounce in a two_liter, boy, ain’t no lean in that
n_ggas pourin’ up heavy green, ain’t no codeine in that
and, please, don’t speak on hi_tech, i got a thing for that
lil’ bro finna pour some wock’ until the liter black
i’m finna crank this motherf_cker up until the meter crack
just touched down from ot, like, where them visas at?
a n_gga try to pass me a swisher, i’m like, “who weed is that?”
f_ck around and broke a n_gga blunt ’cause his weed was trash
my white boy walked in askin’ where the needles at
he said, “mike, i’m f_cked up and i need a pack”
i gave him one on the love, that’s how you keep your fiends attached
i know a n_gga that sell bricks, but can’t read or rap
how you tryna slide on some n_ggas but you need a strap?
e said he tired of pourin’ red, then we need some act’
i could call old dude, but i know he gon’ tax
f_ck it, bro, call that n_gga, we gon’ rob his ass
i used to do that sh_t back in the day, but i ain’t tryna brag
told bro to put his glock up, i’ma bring mine instead
f_ck my b_tch and her lil’ sister to make they mama mad
nowadays, hoes don’t even ask where the condom at
dirty money, take that sh_t to [?][2:06] laundromat
flint n_gga, but got some k!llers comin’ straight from pontiac
they’ll k!ll your whole family to find out where that money at
easy

- rmc mike

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