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rmc mike - inspector gadget lyrics

[intro]
(this beat hard as h_ll, what up, primo?)
(primo beats on the track)
b_tch

[verse]
double g’s, stepped on my jacket, i’m not into fashion
two 40s popped out my coat like inspector gadget
pop a perc’ and beat a b_tch down, i respect the ratchet
b_tch, do your p_ssy stink or nah? i just had to ask it
bangin’ [?][0:16], i just shot unc’ ass a b_st_rd
she put her leg way behind her head, she acrobatic
d_mn, i should’ve filed bro kids, i would’ve had more taxes
made a hundred k off merch and went and bought a slab of fabric
run that check up, i’m tryna buy a crib in calabasas
told my b_tches treat me like a king, i’m a fan of cassius
i just paid seventy_two hundred for a pair of glassеs
b_tch wanna suck my d_ck bad, but she scared to ask it
sh_t, and i’ma let hеr do it
when i’m high as h_ll on perc 30s, i make better music
tryna do the dash, the motor gettin’ hot, i gotta check the fluids
ghetto boy the mafia, you n_ggas gon’ respect the movement
five chains on right now and i ain’t signed to sh_t
the whole city ran out of wock’, i gotta buy some trish
b_tt_naked ridin’ in the benz tryna find my b_tch
emerald cut diamonds in my watch, i can’t find my wrist
let me call ray k, i need an ak
twelve_hour sessions in the booth, i been up eight days
seen lil’ bro make a half a ticket off a fake page
pull up on your block and let it rip like i’m beyblade
seventy racks gone down the drain, this my first kit
the b_tch p_ssy wetter than a b_tch, her head ain’t worth sh_t
i beat her granny down too for a perc’ script
spent ninety grand on all dogs, on my cur sh_t
i bet i triple up my profit in the long run
lil e short as h_ll, runnin’ with a long gun
b_tch said she a fan on mine and went and plaid the wrong song
brodie pulled up with a pack of percs, let me hold one
sh_t, i really need three
i love my b_tch, she got a fat ass and some clean feet
hit the block and drop everything, that’s a clean sweep
i need a pint of wockhardt, that’s a king’s drink
b_tch, i don’t f_ck with alcohol
got into it with my coworker, then smacked the boss
thirty_two carats in my chain, knock a rabbit off
with the glock, i got great aim, we play basketball
you don’t want to come to rat— hold on, run it back
you don’t wanna come to mackin road, we let ratchets off
every day, i’m shootin’ that sh_t, never pass the ball
i just bought an automatic pump, it shoot cannonb_lls
just know this sh_t gettin’ real if my dad involved
told girly back that ass up, i had to grab the wall
got caught cheatin’ with my lil’ b_tch in saginaw
in the booth rappin’, feed my engineer all adderall
[outro]
(this beat hard as h_ll, what up, primo?)
(primo beats on the track)

- rmc mike lyrics

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