lirik lagu rmc mike - pick me now
[intro]
ah, yeah, alright
b~tch, alright
you know what the f~ck goin’ on, man
(marc boomin, this you?)
free the whole ghetto
rmc sh~t
[verse]
it’s 6:45, we at the brick house
unky dancin’ on the work like he chris brown
b~tch say she wanna f~ck, whip my d~ck out
if she don’t give that p~ssy up, she gotta get out
ayy, gold sky~dweller on, this a half a hun’
yes, i paid all cash, so i’m braggin’ some
b~tch, that’s not my baby, that’s brandon’s son
i just copped a brand new fn and a drum
yeah, that b~tch hold a fifty now
i’ma be outside thuggin’ ’til they send me down
i remember hoes ain’t used to wanna f~ck, guess what? they pick me now
ghetto boy from the 810, with the sh~t, right?
hey, ayy, look, f~ck a b~tch in the assh0l~, she can’t sit right
she wanna be with a n~gga, i got a lit life
i’m finna cut this b~tch off, she on her fifth strike
drinkin’ all the wockeisha, we on our fifth pint
we grindin’ hard, but we still on the road to riches
n~ggas act like hoes, they be out here exposin’ b~tches
i need an eighteen~wheeler, yeah, this load is different
if you like the sh~t i smoke, well, them ‘bows expensive
keltec p50 ’em, you gotta load it different
we finna knock the building down, you gotta hold the ceiling
i done fell in love with three b~tches with no commitment
am i wrong for it?
i ain’t have to pay cash, i got a loan for it
i just bought a trap house out in mount morris
ayy, we on the dirt road
you gotta watch for potholes, n~gga, swerve slow
i got my switchy from the ‘raq, shoutout swervo
i’m finna open up the cage and let the birds go
sh~t, ayy, you know they flyin’ south
i should call this b~tch a bag, she got a wide mouth
i stuck my whole d~ck in her, she yelled, “time out”
you got her eatin’ at the crib, ain’t no dine out
huh, cheatin’~ass n~gga, got a wifey at the crib
we gotta f~ck the hotel up ’cause she can’t find out where i live
i done bought all the glocks, i’m tryna try me out a sig
you wanna sell some ‘bows? boy, you gotta fly me out to see ’em
whoo, and that’s boss status
he actin’ like he got some money, but he talk average
baby glock 43 make him walk backwards
hit the b~tch missionary, doin’ all damage
i like a real nasty b~tch like raw cabbage
i’m finna beat her doonies down in a log cabin
he talk about he in the field, he playin’ all madden
thirty~seven hundred for this gucci fall jacket
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