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rmc mike - shooters touch كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
rj always trippin’, man
rj always trippin’, man
(it’s a wayne beat)
b_tch
(ayy, [?], man, run that sh_t)
ayy, ayy, hey, hey

[verse]
diamonds on me bustin’, yeah, that water
i know what i’m worth, so it’s f_ck a n_gga offer
i’m a freaky fat n_gga tryna f_ck a n_gga daughter
yeah, i came from the trenches, i’ma f_ck her on the water
catch me hangin’ out the back seat bustin’ out the charger
i’ll leave a b_tch quick, no, i don’t like to argue
we are not the same, you a rapper, i’m an artist
d_mn, i think i need some lean bad, sh_t, i just farted
yeah, that’s the withdrawals
n_gga pulled up with some green, got me p_ssed off
i been rappin’ since a pup, now i’m a big dog
four_forty_еight, boy, another hundred pack shipped off
diamonds on mе dancin’ hard, n_gga, criss_cross
he stuck his head in my business, got it ripped off
i’m in the booth wired up like i hit soft
i poured a cup, that b_tch was gone before tipoff
ain’t no talkin’ ’bout no bars ’cause i’m crazy with it
i tote a hundred rounds or better ’cause i’m lazy with it
one day, f_ck, i think i hit a baby with it
where i’m from, you know, they call that sh_t babysittin’
i know she got a lot of hoes, i’m her favorite n_gga
sh_t, the streets and the rap both pay me, n_gga
’94 baby with the mind of an eighties n_gga
you n_ggas really in the way, man, i hate you n_ggas, i’ll paint you n_ggas
but if i do that then i’m doin’ time
i let you trick me off the street, what a fool am i
i had to pull the trigger first, it was do or die
off_white biker pants came true to size
b22s off the prada and givenchy
i get pape’, if you get pape’, holler if you hear me
i can’t wait until that day i charge a n_gga sixty
we don’t believe sh_t you say, kinda like it’s ripley’s
pocket full of dog sh_t, i got a diaper with me
and don’t make no sudden moves, i got a sniper with me
make a n_gga smoke his ‘wood, i got a lighter with me
and today i’m fresh as h_ll, brought a pilot with me
i done drunk so much wock’, i got iron kidneys
my manager’ll pop a n_gga, ayy, ayler, get him
n_gga, f_ck a h_llcat, i’m tryna price a bentley
i sold a n_gga a case of wock’ but the pints was empty
okay, my tape just dropped, you know prices shifty
when it come to put my city on, n_gga, i am committed
i can’t leave the streets alone, n_ggas like the friction
i’ll knock a ho out, i be fightin’ b_tches
deadstock 12’s on, n_gga [?][1:50]
i’m that n_gga bringin’ guns to a hoop game
dog sh_t in my pocket left a pooch stank
i’ll do you bad by my brothers, n_gga, wu_tang
i got a bag full of old hundreds, put the new ones up
pop a n_gga head and got his b_tch, that’s a two_for_one
made her suck d_ck, she said, “i don’t usually do this stuff”
shot my kids all down her throat, made her chew it up
it’s only two sides, you or us
today, i brought all the glocks out and put the rugers up
i think i calmed down a bit, i don’t shoot as much
still’ll pop a n_gga from the three, i got shooters’ touch

- rmc mike

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