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rmc mike - s.o.t.b. كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
sh_t
b_tch
yeah
alright

[verse]
b_tch, i was born a savage, no macho man
told brodie this sh_t on the floor like i dropped a band
n_gga said he poured a three up, then why your pop so thin?
mama said get money and go home, you ain’t got no friends
sh_t, i’m like, “you d_mn right”
turned into a fiend, we droppin’ fours in a canned sprite
hit her from the back off a perc’, she like, “d_mn, mike”
her n_gga broke and can’t make no cheese, he a ham, right?
i just did one_twenty in a scat’ down van dyk_
the p_ssy wack, i give the b_tch back like, “what your friend like?”
goldie drunk my last deuce of wock’, we had a hand fight
stuffed a lot of blues in her coochie, it was jammed tight
me and ri’ made some dog sh_t while he fight the feds
we are not into shootin’ up cribs, we take lives instead
at this point, sh_t, i’ll pay whatever for a pint of red
movin’ on to big and better things, the old mike is dead
sixty racks hangin’ off my neck ’cause i grind for it
your b_tch cheated with me ’cause you ain’t never got no time for her
twelve hundred for them new dior sneaks, i paid nine for ’em
new diamondback fn, that b_tch sound like a lawnmower
ten milli’ got two beams on ’em, i switch ’em back and forth
lil’ man pulled up to do a tat, i told him black the porsche
mama asked me what’s up in my cup, it’s act’, of course
don’t ask me if i got a gun on me, i’m strapped, of course
militant_minded like my pops and we’ll go to war
flint town got a name now ’cause we opened doors
thirty_seven hundred for this jacket, it came velour
steppin’ on these n_ggas hard as f_ck, we had to change the floor
we just dropped another opp, they had to change the score
b_tch legs shakin’ hard like she never came before
i like that sh_t better than the verse, bro, change the chorus
left my white b_tch and got rich, that’s a paid divorce
strapped up in my gucci slides with the fur in ’em
i put forgiatos on the truck just to swerve in ’em
hit him seven times with a k, broke a nerve in him
military_issued bullets came with a curve in ’em
ghetto boy n_gga, that’s the clique and i’ma hold it down
i hate a n_gga actin’ like he rich when it’s hoes around
threw a hundred on her lap, she looked back with the joker smile
brodie, i just dropped another opp, okay, over, out
grown b_tch wanna f_ck me bad, she seen the ap
silenced fn soundproof like some dre beats
i’m finna shoot a bad motherf_cker, call hd
my security’ll whack a n_gga quick, shout out kb
d water, bust an addy down, i’m finna take with you
ten milli’ hit a n_gga in his head, erasin’ tissues
n_gga tried to run off with a bag, he raced the pistol
pauly goin’ back overseas ’cause he makin’ missiles
f_ck a b_tch once and don’t cuff, i am not a cop
n_ggas steady tryna buy my plr ’cause it’s out of stock
i’m the big man in the paint, knock him out the box
they like, “mike, why you ain’t got no kids?” ’cause i condom shop
f_ck it, if i meet the right one, i might make me one
barry pulled up with perc_30s, had to take me one
i know i’m legal, but i just popped a n_gga with my aunty gun
handsome n_gga, but i make an ugly face when she make me cum
[outro]
sh_t
yeah, i’m on that, b_tch
rmc, ghetto boyz sh_t, n_gga
free rio
n_gga, free benji
n_gga, matter fact, free the whole f_ckin’ ghetto, n_gga, it’s on

- rmc mike

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