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rmc mike - wait that's it كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
alright, b_tch!
ghetto boy sh_t, n_gga
hey

[verse]
grease, where you at with it
yo’ b_tch ain’t really bad, she be catfishin’
i don’t really listen to your music, ’cause there’s cap in it
go one round, pop a perk, then i’m back in it
you got a nine, i got a ten milli, it’s a strap difference
you try too hard, b_tch, i sh_t talk, it’s a rap difference
tryna f_ck my b_tch from the side, broke my back with it
i’m a fat n_gga, 308 hit his chest, got his back flippin’
i made this sh_t right here for all my trap n_ggas
that’s in the trap with it
hit the road, do a turnaround, call it fast livin’
i’m on they ass, n_gga
z_28 b_tch, i’m goin’ fast in it
i’m off a six, so i’m hoping i don’t crash in it
boy, that’s bad business
i be talkin’ sh_t the whole beat, i don’t adlib it
handy sh_t comin’ off the head, boy, i’m mad giftеd
told bro to take the standard off, i’m finna air sent ya
i bе willing to do anything, you can ask me anything
i got money, now i’m finna do a drill in the black bentley
one day, i’m gonna be rich, it’s that simply
no cap in me
b_tch, i got a motherf_ckin’ mental notepad with me, go act’, see me
but you can’t, n_gga, i’mma tell it how it is, i’m not a fake n_gga
plugged in, i pay 400 for a eight, n_gga
it was clean, too
i think they already know i got_
i think they already know i got this sh_t from a fiend, too
i know a n_gga tell a bunch of lies, but they seem true
got a 9 on me right now, bunch of pink and blue
no betelgeuse, i need the truth
no, i don’t sell dope, but my people do
i seen the proof, i believe in you
6000 for a feature, that’s reasonable
i did that sh_t for my bro, let him keep a 2
walkin’ up on random hoes, like “let me sleep wit’ you”
check security at the door, i wanna beef wit’ you
take a b_tch back to the trap, show her a thing or two
make the b_tch suck d_ck, taught her english, too
lil bro sippin’ on some treads, i’m leanin’ too
walk up on the hoe and say “b_tch, i’m screaming too”
run a bag up ’til my ankles swole
beat my b_tch off a perk_thirty, make her take control
i’m always on that b_tch, boy, you hate the road
i run the city now, and i’mma make it known
hey, winnow we on the map, baby
yeah, we back, baby
born in ’94, but still came out a crack baby
pulled the trigger on this b_tch once, watch her act crazy
watch how that sh_t run down the bottle, that’s ack, baby
these hoes say they love me ’cause the belly and the beard
knock a n_gga grill loose, made him go grab some veneers
on my way home, high as h_ll, man, i hit a deer
cut my white b_tch off, ’cause she said “d_mn, i need a beer”
got me in my head like “d_mn, these hoes weird”
this a tesla, b_tch, lean the seat back and don’t steer
this a fan_b_tch, before she suck the d_ck she gon’ cheer
i should start a kennel, b_tch, it’s all pits over here
ha, f_ck a exotic door
they say “mike, have you ever got robbed?” n_gga, not at all
beat a n_gga ass so bad, he got the cops involved
white boy asked for perk_thirties, sold him tylenol
n_gga right his wrong, i just drove to the a and caught a flight home
b_tches want me ,’cause i’m hot now, but i’m not mike jones
four whips in a lot now, with all my ice on
pour a six in my pop, man, had all the ice gone, man, i hate that sh_t
happy i could change the fam’ life, i embrace that sh_t
hand a b_tch ten_thousand blues, like “here, make that fit”
okay, wait, that’s it
b_tch

- rmc mike

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