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rmc mike - pick me now lyrics

[intro]
ah, yeah, alright
b_tch, alright
you know what the f_ck goin’ on, man
(marc boomin, this you?)
free the whole ghetto
rmc sh_t

[verse]
it’s 6:45, we at the brick house
unky dancin’ on the work like he chris brown
b_tch say she wanna f_ck, whip my d_ck out
if she don’t give that p_ssy up, she gotta get out
ayy, gold sky_dweller on, this a half a hun’
yes, i paid all cash, so i’m braggin’ some
b_tch, that’s not my baby, that’s brandon’s son
i just copped a brand new fn and a drum
yeah, that b_tch hold a fifty now
i’ma be outside thuggin’ ’til they send me down
i remember hoes ain’t used to wanna f_ck, guess what? they pick me now
ghetto boy from the 810, with the sh_t, right?
hey, ayy, look, f_ck a b_tch in the assh0l_, she can’t sit right
she wanna be with a n_gga, i got a lit life
i’m finna cut this b_tch off, she on her fifth strike
drinkin’ all the wockeisha, we on our fifth pint
we grindin’ hard, but we still on the road to riches
n_ggas act like hoes, they be out here exposin’ b_tches
i need an eighteen_wheeler, yeah, this load is different
if you like the sh_t i smoke, well, them ‘bows expensive
keltec p50 ’em, you gotta load it different
we finna knock the building down, you gotta hold the ceiling
i done fell in love with three b_tches with no commitment
am i wrong for it?
i ain’t have to pay cash, i got a loan for it
i just bought a trap house out in mount morris
ayy, we on the dirt road
you gotta watch for potholes, n_gga, swerve slow
i got my switchy from the ‘raq, shoutout swervo
i’m finna open up the cage and let the birds go
sh_t, ayy, you know they flyin’ south
i should call this b_tch a bag, she got a wide mouth
i stuck my whole d_ck in her, she yelled, “time out”
you got her eatin’ at the crib, ain’t no dine out
huh, cheatin’_ass n_gga, got a wifey at the crib
we gotta f_ck the hotel up ’cause she can’t find out where i live
i done bought all the glocks, i’m tryna try me out a sig
you wanna sell some ‘bows? boy, you gotta fly me out to see ’em
whoo, and that’s boss status
he actin’ like he got some money, but he talk average
baby glock 43 make him walk backwards
hit the b_tch missionary, doin’ all damage
i like a real nasty b_tch like raw cabbage
i’m finna beat her doonies down in a log cabin
he talk about he in the field, he playin’ all madden
thirty_seven hundred for this gucci fall jacket
come in all captions

- rmc mike lyrics

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