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lirik lagu rmc mike - the remedy lab

rmc mike “the remedy lab”

[i’m back lyrics]

[intro]
yeah, yeah, ha, yeah
back, i’m back, i’m back on bullshit, nigga
ha, i told y’all niggas i’ma be on that
alright

[chorus]
alright, hey, back on my bullshit, back in the trap, back in the field
back on the road, i’m back doin’ shows, i’m back takin’ pills
i’m back on my shit, i’m back on my grind, i’m back on the prize
i’m back on the money, i’m back on the hustle, i’m back on the crime
back up, nigga
hundred bands, get your racks up, nigga
hundred rounds in this brand~new arp that i got on me right now, better call for some backup, nigga
i keep firin’ like a matchbook, nigga
if you a pussy, better act tough, nigga
i’m a vet in the game, if a nigga step to me, he better have his stats up, nigga

[verse 1]
mix~matched, he don’t match up with us
gucci coat with the patch all in it
i could out~rap then wrap y’all niggas
catch ‘еm out back and smack y’all niggas
goyard bag with the racks all in it
she let mе get the pussy, i’ma tap all in it
oh, you broke? shit, that’s y’all business
here’s an eight~ball, that’s called fishin’
i can’t rap with you less than a ten~ball
we gon’ knock ’em all down, check the pinfall
you a pup in this game, i’m a big dog
i was on the plane while they droppin’ off fentanyl
call trell, ‘nother hundred packs sent off
call dot, ‘nother hundred packs sent off
basically, what i’m tryna say is, motherfucker, i’m gettin’ off
[chorus]
hey, back on my bullshit, back in the trap, back in the field
back on the road, i’m back doin’ shows, i’m back takin’ pills
i’m back on my shit, i’m back on my grind, i’m back on the prize
i’m back on the money, i’m back on the hustle, i’m back on the crime
back up, nigga
hundred bands, get your racks up, nigga
hundred rounds in this brand~new arp that i got on me right now, better call for some backup, nigga
i keep firin’ like a matchbook, nigga
if you a pussy, better act tough, nigga
grab the bag, run a sack up with it
she let me fuck, now i’m back up in it

[verse 2]
when we fuck, put your back up in it
back shots, pull your tracks up in it
pussy good, finna rap all in it
bricks came with a stamp all in it
stuff the pussy like a tampon in it
spend the night, i’ma camp all in it
beat the pussy up like a champ all in it
got it bouncin’ like an amp all in it

[intro: rmc mike]
(who the fuck said they don’t know dj cash?)
turn the pressure up
turn the pressure up, nigga, yeah

[chorus: rmc mike]
hey, put my foot on niggas’ necks, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
bitch, you know i’m next, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
i ain’t playin’ ’bout my respect, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
playin’ with a check, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
nigga, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
pussy, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
he want smoke, turn the pressure up, huh (turn the pressure up)
i’m on go, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)

[verse 1: rmc mike]
turn the pressure up on niggas ’cause they played out
psh, hmm, bitch, we paid now
i be in and out the bank, that’s my playground
i got ten thousand for every single nigga stayed down
hmm, when you talkin’ to a boss, you better speak up
you been pussyfootin’ around, pick your feet up
activated, popped a perky with a v~cut
and what i got inside my cup is your re~up
twelve~hundred dollars, but that’s light cheese
i could do some bullshit or do the right thing
disappearin’ for no reason, that’s a mike thing
i’m finna do the dash in this bitch, cut the high beams
only thing gon’ make me fuck is your hygiene
i’m finna stretch this bitch out, we doin’ high knees
i told her make me ramen noodles ’cause she chinese
i got twin glocks on me, yeah, they siamese
[chorus: rmc mike & babyfxce e]
hey, put my foot on niggas’ necks, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
bitch, you know i’m next, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
i ain’t playin’ ’bout my respect, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
playin’ with a check, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
nigga, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
pussy, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)
he want smoke, turn the pressure up, huh (turn the pressure up, yeah)
i’m on go, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
mike, we been chillin’ for too long, it’s time to turn the pressure
when everybody rootin’ for you, that shit turn to pressure (on god)
bro been tryna hit a brick like he playin’ tetris (huh)
weigh that shit up, we got some extras, turn that shit to testers (who need ’em?)
free big ghetto, that’s the main bird (free ri)
ain’t stop workin’ since yesterday, so you might catch me in the same shirt (no hat)
if they said i switched up on ’em, then they changed first
oh, you ain’t never shot no switch? i’ll show you how that thang work (huh)
ridin’ through the city with like fifty bad bitches (bad)
draco on me, and i’m ridin’ in a charger with some hips on it (that wide~body)
if i can’t touch the nigga, then put a bitch on him (do this for me)
pack~a~punched the gen5, that bitch glitched on me (brrt, brrt)
mike, i don’t think we flex enough, we need to turn the pressure up
it’s hoes everywhere we go, but we ain’t pressed for nothin’ (on god)
you ain’t trappin’ for real if you never seen a skelly jump
shoot him in his back on 7 mile east and fuck his belly up (nigga)

[chorus: rmc mike & babyfxce e]
hey, put my foot on niggas’ necks, turn the pressure up (come on)
bitch, you know i’m next, turn the pressure up (bitch)
i ain’t playin’ ’bout my respect, turn the pressure up (alright)
playin’ with a check, turn the pressure up (hmm)
nigga, turn the pressure up (turn it up)
pussy, turn the pressure up (turn it up)
he want smoke, turn the pressure up, huh (yeah)
i’m on go, turn the pressure up (turn the pressure up)

[happy holiday lyrics]

[intro: rmc mike]
bitch it’s 30 oh
(slajidi, turn me up)

[verse 1: rmc mike]
[?] in a box, happy holliday
i’m finna get them bitches gone, i told them [?]
you want them bitches right now, then what you tryna pay?
freaky bitch, love to suck my dick while i’m counting pape

[verse 2: 3200 tre]
i got every rack on me, i took them out the safe
if the club ain’t tryna pay, i can’t come out today
i’m tryna drink an 8 today, i’m just an ounce away
your trap ain’t shit, if it ain’t breaking down a pound a day
if you want it, you can get it, bitch, it’s up to you
i need a hundred for these [?], these [?]
you gotta bring the cash now, i’m not fronting you
just know it’s a blick around if i’m comfortable

[verse 3: rmc mike]
i don’t fall in love with fans, i be fuckin’ them
face card good everywhere, so i’m comfortable
you waitin’ on your first hunnid, k, well i be touchin’ him
hit him in his face, he didn’t die, but he a vegetable
i guess i did my job
i ain’t tryna fuck you cause you cute, bitch, i deal with vibes
grew up with some real gangsta niggas, like to steal and rob
i spent forty on the watch just to kill some time

[verse 4: 3200 tre]
i hate some shit i wasn’t supposed to, why this bump comin’?
this bitch shoot a little faster, it got that one button
fuck how you feel, i can’t respect you till you done somethin’
i ain’t never seen the m or touched the m, but i feel one comin’
i don’t just be gettin’ watched, i get likes too
all the shit you think i don’t got, might do
i’m reppin’ real money, counter and mine too
if you solid with some motion, we might sign you

[verse 5: rmc mike & 3200 tre]
i hit him with the pistol, but i fight too
i like my eggs a little runny, it’s delightful
might trick a little bit if i like
i know you ain’t the only one going she got a price to
cut straight into a bitch like what it’s costing
i’m only here for one night. don’t do this often
doing 160 in the care almost lost
street nigga treat the trap like an office

[verse 6: 3200 tre]
i’ve never seen a dog before with his paw prints
i’m trying to find some purple rain. i’m finna call prince
i’m here busting down a brick. i’m getting nauseous
my brother always busy. i’ll never call him
huh? it’s a thousand bucks

[outro: 3200 tre]
bitch, i ain’t goin’ back to court i’m not the type to argue with you i ain’t goin’ back and forth
i ain’t never had no pet i’ma go and grab a horse
i’m like 50 with this power i ain’t never had to force him
come on, bitch yeah, that wasn’t mike either, come on

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