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lirik lagu rmc mike - starting 4

[intro: rio da yung og]
(it’s a wayne beat)
what up, wanye? ghetto boyz sh~t
alright

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
first off, ghetto boyz the clique i claim
wore a rope to go and buy my ice, this the pick~up chain
paranoid, make too much noise, four~nickel bang
four pockets full, eighty racks, i might trick today
eleven in the morning, i already drunk a six today
i might spend ten racks just on drip today
yeah, i rap, but i just might make a brick flip today
that might be close, that ain’t actavis, let me l!ck the drank

[verse 2: yn jay]
i got tris, wock’, and red, you can pick the drank
i got bad b~tches at my shows and they finna faint
brodie snuck the, ah
brodie snuck the burner in the club, got me feelin’ safe
mad as f~ck i pulled up on timе, got me feelin’ late
b~tch walked in triplе d, i think her titties fake
young n~gga run to the money like we in a race

[verse 3: rmc mike]
stuffed d~ck in your b~tch mouth, made her fix her face
b~tch said she cookin’ lamb chops, b~tch, i need a plate
i don’t want no more ramen noodles, b~tch, i need a steak
i ain’t comin’ over just to f~ck, b~tch, i’m here to stay
opp took a piece off his head, call him flattop
b~tch pulled up big booty, she got ass shots
no disrespect, run up a check until the bag drop
seen my n~gga wayne make two hundred off his laptop
[verse 4: louie ray]
these hoes hangin’ on to me like when a crab lock
d~mn, i guess they holdin’ on
i leave items everywhere ’cause i’m a rolling stone
the lines, keep a couple n~ggas with me, can’t roll alone
get a n~gga popped, put your soldier on
okay, us to flint is like when bird put the ’nolia on
i can cruise through the 6, be on the 7 ’cause i know the zones
you know i gotta bust the plain down, blowed a seven alone

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
hittin’ the corners hot ’cause the feds got a tail on me
i don’t sell dope, why the f~ck i got a scale on me?
caught a n~gga lackin’ off the turtle, dropped sh~lls on him
cooked some straight drop work, it’s a pale color
followed the opp all the way to portland, we trailed his blazer
i’m off two double c’s, so when i nut, it’s a chanel flavor
bought a 2020 ram truck today, i might sell it later
the hi~tech turned brown on us, the red ancient

[verse 6: yn jay]
hit a b~tch every holiday, i’ma celebrate her
every two days i go up, i’m an elevator
when you see the opps, you don’t shoot, you a hesitater
i’m off wock’, i was sleep, but i was woke, i’m a meditator
f~ck her sister, got her beefin’ with her twin, i’m a separator
[verse 7: rmc mike]
d~mn, we couldn’t afford that new house, we section 8ers
b~tch pulled up training bra, yeah, she flat~chested
call me when you got some lean, i’m an act’ tester
f~ck around and burnt the brick twice, it got black feathers
hit his car with the four~nick, he got a crackheader
hit a big b~tch off a perc’, i’m a fat stretcher
b~tch ran off with my cake, i’ma whack deborah

[verse 8: louie ray]
if she ain’t got what she supposed to when i get there, i’ma smack stella
my focus is the breakdown, i’m from the crack era
you can’t even count what i just spent, boy, it’s no tellin’ (not at all)
i done got hot, my temperature read i’m meltin’

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