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lirik lagu rmc mike & rio da yung og - slam cam

[intro: rmc mike]
(f~ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)
phew
b~tch
(it’s blue$trip, baby)
no, ghetto boy sh~t, you know all that sh~t, n~gga, yeah

[verse 1: rmc mike]
hey, f~ck a b~tch while recordin’, this the slam cam
put a wrestling move on her, rob van dam
i bought my ratchet b~tch a ’98 grand am
the same day we went and slid in the can~am – with four micro drac’s
i pour the four of qua’ and gave the pop to tay
if i pop a xax, i’m gettin’ shot today
i caught him lackin’ off the lean, made him rock away
and i can speak on that ’cause the topic’s safe
drawin’ with a k like a pencil, get the block erased
they donе stole the whole stylе, n~gga, copy, paste
this mornin’ somethin’ happened, it’s a wocky day
let’s make a new style, change the format
ri’ said, “f~ck that gold plaque, it’s a doormat”
this n~gga bought a six of qua’ and tried to bring a four back
robbed his ass for everything then closed the door back
i got the pape’ and the drank too
two aks hittin’ from the side, call it k2
“mike, i’ll pop a n~gga for ya,” boy, that ain’t you
a n~gga say he robbed me, but it ain’t true
pop sum’n, hop back in the track, then i shake loose
dropped a hunnid shots of cheap sh~t, call it grey goose
i signed myself to distrokid, it was a great move
the pack is ’bout to touchdown a thousand fake blues
yeah, she got her titties done and they shake too
it’s crazy, i can cook some dope but i can’t make food
one 30 ain’t gon’ get me there, i gotta take two
i’m finna build me up the water, they can’t break through
we the winnin’ team, boy, that’s great news
me and ri’ verse anything, yeah, let’s play twos
and girlie tryna f~ck on freeze ’cause lil’ tay rude
pitiful, a thousand dollar fit but rockin’ fake shoes
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
how the f~ck you got on some fake shoes with a thousand dollar outfit, man?
you must be one of them one n~ggas, huh? alright, huh, mike
n~ggas like you take fake blues
my young n~ggas make abc two~ huhhh
they make abc 12, al~alright
they make abc 12 a h~, ‘ight
they make abc 12 job harder ’cause they make news
i been rappin’ six years, they ain’t let me in the door, i’m sendin’ breakthroughs
how you bring a friend with you when her motherf~ckin’ p~ssy stank too?
y’all some nymphos, y’all some big hoes
i done got high and took my rollie off, where my wrist go?
my b~tch think i’m cheatin’, i’m just gettin’ high with chris though
on the southside, tryna get a couple zips gone
the b~tch suck my d~ck ’til her lips gone
they hit him up close, dropped a nickel on him
that’s five shots
you better ask about my n~ggas, we don’t die a lot
i done probably spent 800 buyin’ pops
and bought a pint of wock’ every day, i just can’t stop
i got real dog sh~t, i can make guap
he gotta keep his shiesty on ’cause his face hot
i told my white boy i need a drink, he bought a qua’ box
too many motherf~ckas just pulled up, l’m finna shake spot
let’s see who’s standin’ when the smoke clear and the ks stop

- lirik lagu rmc mike rio da yung og

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