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rmc mike – new mission كلمات اغاني

[intro]
sh_t
yeah
ghetto boyz sh_t, n_gga, you know what the f_ck goin’ on
huh, huh, yeah
alright
yeah
alright
look
look, ayy

[verse]
it’s an eight in my pop ’cause i love to drink
cheat on my b_tch and then i text her phone, “i love you still”
please hand me a glass pint out the cupboardry
i’m worth a half a million dollars, no touching mee
.40 cal’ bite a n_gga face like a wild beast
f_ck a h_llcat, we finna go slide out a crown vic’
supercharger on that 6.0, you hear a loud hiss
baby, i can’t make love to you, i pound sh_t
water on my neck, water on my wrist
sh_t, water on my mama, water on my b_tch
ironically, i got it off of talkin’ sh_t
my cousin can’t read for sh_t, but he can off a brick
b_tch, it’s go time, press the gas, ain’t no lookin’ back
b_tch, it’s showtime, v12, ain’t no catchin’ that
threw a bullеt in his tire, n_gga thought he caught a flat
if i hang up on you, b_tch, you know it ain’t no callin’ back
on the highway, mе and shrooms finna take a trip
them n_ggas ain’t touch what i spent, i know they sick
ran the money up all in they face, now they p_ssed
try me, it’s gon’ be a free body, i’m legit
you can feel it in your soul when that fifty bustin’
if i give you good d_ck, you gotta tip me somethin’
i done looked out for a lot of n_ggas that ain’t give me nothin’
ghetto assassin, slide down a n_gga chimney bustin’
score an eight of morton grove, no, it’s not for sale
i know the really baby goat, you is not latrell
boy, i see it in your eyes, you was ’bout to tell
i’ma keep steppin’ on they necks ’til bro get out of jail
even then, you know the motto, all gas, no breaks
the work gettin’ shipped here, all slaps, no shake
you want the best weed, take your ass to the bay
could’ve got it all, but only brought a half for the day
came out the house on me all blues, it’s a pinky now
dude was tryna flex in the bar and i sent him shots
automatic’s kind of hard to handle, but the semi’s not
white b_tches off of adderall screamin’, “give me c_ck”
bunch of rude b_tches
you can go to benihana, i’ma ruth’s chris it
i’ll beat a n_gga ass until his shoes missing
you gotta want to f_ck me, i can’t choose b_tches
i’m on a new mission
late for work, d_mn, that bag came ’bout an hour early
i knew she was gon’ give that p_ssy up, i took a shower early
i took the boy on a trip, who invited girly?
buckshots left a lot of holes in him like he rocked a jersey
b_tch hit my line like, “what it’s hittin’ for?”
i ain’t tryna fall in love, i just hit and go
fancy, big as h_ll, she got a pretty coat
hold on, wait, i was talkin’ ’bout my dog if you didn’t know
i just drunk a three raw, now my vision blurred
tryna donut the h_llcat, i done hit the curb
i can make a million out your house if the kitchen work
call the plug, tell them, “batter up,” he need pitching work

- rmc mike

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