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rmc mike - real money كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
finna f_ck this b_tch up like he ‘posed to
mad ’cause her baby daddy ain’t f_ckin’ with us
b_tch

[verse]
diamondback fn, that b_tch pretty, plus it shoot fast
took my young b_tch to mia, bought her a new ass
twin_turbo lamb’ on the street, watch me scoot past
another opp just died last night, i know ____ glad
glock .357 on me and i’ll shoot it
glock .380 with the beam and i’ll boot it
left my b_tch for no f_ckin’ reason, now she clueless
too much power in the mustang, hope i don’t lose it
ayy, that’s a nitrous kit
i’ll beat a n_gga ass and i’ll fight a b_tch
i’m knockin’ sh_t out cold, mike tyson sh_t
my booster just pulled up with all type of sh_t, that’s my type of b_tch
she’ll steal or k!ll for me
we ain’t playin’ with the pape’, we gettin’ real money
peezy only heard me rap twice then had a deal for me
it don’t matter what i do, the city still love me
i like a b_tch that like a b_tch, i’m tryna f_ck both
“cut into me, mike, i wanna f_ck, i like it cutthroat”
i don’t like to play games, but respect is at the utmost
mad as h_ll, tryna smoke my last ‘wood but the blunt broke
sh_t, i’m finna grab a pound, i’m the hardest n_gga out, just ask around
why he actin’ like he strapped? bro, pat him down
he stood up to talk sh_t, forty sat him down, then i cracked a smile
ghost glock in my pants, who wanna get shot?
i’m relapsin’ today, let’s pour an eight inside a big pop
he playin’ both sides, f_ck around and get his b_tch shot
i always come through in the clutch, i’m mr. bigshot
stand over the stove, cookin’ dope until my wrist lock
b_tch got a fat p_ssy on her, but she a big thot
me and ri came into the game and changed hip_hop
my n_gga tryna buy a half a ‘bow, i need a ziploc
seven grams in the slapwood, now, who want smoke?
stuffin’ d_ck all down her throat, b_tch, she gon’ choke
pull off on a beamer in the cat, he a slowpoke
i’m santa claus of the game, i need a ho_ho
baby, slow down, can you suck my d_ck in slow_mo?
bulldog hangin’ off my hip, this a four_four
the world said that we the truth, n_gga, no joke
i love when i get my drank from the old folks
sh_t be cheap as h_ll
i just bought a whole pint but i’m keepin’ twelve
i’m out here swimmin’ with the sharks, we’re as deep as h_ll
okay, you probably know ghost, but, n_gga, free datrell
gotta make it to the top, n_gga, we prevail
n_gga said he got za with the weakest smell
i like to f_ck with handguns that’ll keep a sh_ll
a n_gga went to make a play and spent the week in jail, now that’s f_cked up
back then, did anything to get our bucks up
if you ain’t tryna talk no pape’, n_gga, shut up
b_tch brain special_ed, dum_dum
i be runnin’ to the money, need a lump sum
i like the twenties and them fifties, but the hunnids better
f_ckin’ with the swipe g.o.a.t., he’ll punch whatever
hangin’ with the white folks, they get drunk and better
twenty_eights on the cadillac make the truck look better
free ben, free phil, free my brother ri
travis scott off_whites off a trucker tee
goldie tried to pass the cup, i don’t f_ck with lean
b_tch tried to call me broke, i’ll up a sleeve
she kinda p_ss me off, she suckin’ d_ck anywhere, tryna get me off
i put my trust inside the plug and he ripped me off
sh_t, i’m ready to go to the war and they ship me off

- rmc mike

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