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lirik lagu mg lil bubba, louie ray & rmc mike - serious

[verse 1: mg lil bubba & louie ray]
yeah, man, this sh~t get serious (serious)
i’m with louie rockin’ louis, man, this sh~t get serious (get serious)
the doctors and the nurses, i’m way richer than my peers (ching)
n~gga, i grew up poor, i ain’t never shop at sears (sears)
rubber band around my hot, that’s better for the grip (frrah)
before he bite a burger, you see the jiggle from his lip (want some?)
really rich, n~gga, i gotta pay double in my whip (cash)
put that pack on top of the scale, heat that lil’ sh~t up and dip (skrrt, yeah)
was told to spread my wings, i came up on a triple beam (beam)
woke up kinda rusty, but in a minute, i’ll wake up clean (clean)
the fiend can’t bite my dope without no t~~th, it make her bleed (i’m sorry)
touch that n~gga from ‘cross the street with my gun, i don’t need no beam (rrah)
i post the trap spot with a hammer, i just need my fire and a camera (camera)
b~tch rode me like a reindeer, in the streets, i’m black santa (black santa)
in the h with mike, lee, and louie ray, might bump with ri in atlanta (rio)
why the f~ck the b~tch try to play sleep? she can’t be seein’ me in her pajamas (i’m grindin’, n~gga)

[verse 2: louie ray]
uh, they gave me a quarter clean
i got high prices, condos, and self~esteem (up there)
syrup got me froze, hear my phone and watch it ring (f~ck that sh~t)
bro ain’t tryna spend it like i do, he droppin’ green (fool)
ain’t really cool with people in the streets, but nice to fiends (what up?)
turn up like we won a super bowl and buy some rings (woo)
she know how i want cup slush, it’s eight degrees (cold)
ricky jeans on me loose as f~ck, these ain’t capris (ain’t capris)
can’t compare my chain to what you rock, this eighty g’s
just to make sure y’all can see my watch, i flip the s— come on
just to make sure y’all can see my watch, i cut the sleeve (come on)
i ain’t get the truck that’s short as f~ck, i got the sleeve
[verse 3: rmc mike]
i bought thirty pair of air forces this month, they all supreme
i literally got tired of cookin’ dope and taught a fiend
i drop thirty on her, girly lost it, n~ggas talkin’ cheap
i been ballin’ since i started, n~ggas lookin’ lost to me
yes, i could’ve dropped that ‘lac truck, but instead i bought a jeep
i can put you on, but that information cost a fee
i know an og used to drink a pint a day, he lost his t~~th
and that n~gga that you think be runnin’ sh~t, he lost to me
i got tired of runnin’ back and forth for weed and bought a tree
when they down and broke, it ain’t nowhere to go, they callin’ me
i done pulled the lambo right up on they block, they all can see
i don’t give no f~ck, that money and that cup, that’s all i need

- lirik lagu mg lil bubba louie ray rmc mike

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