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lirik lagu rmc mike - we the ones

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
d~mn, grease (elijah)
alright now (f~ck the fire, we got grease)
b~tch

[verse]
i just rolled a looseleaf with dirty donuts in it
i think he think that i’m p~ssy ’cause he older than me
i’m the best at talkin’ sh~t, i’m ’bout to show these n~ggas
they actin’ like it’s all love, but i’ll ho these n~ggas
i’m the one who turnt the city up
i’m the one who slid down mackie road in that bentley truck
i’m the one who bought fifty guns
i’m the one that just waited on my time, they ain’t give mе nothin’
just try to ball on every single n~gga hatеd on me
38 with a beam and a potato on it
i put this sh~t up for my brother and he love me for it
and if i left you in the past, can’t judge me for it
we the ones took the city to the top, we the ones ridin’ with 50s in they glock, ayy, n~gga
we the ones that be lyin’ to the jury, we the ones spendin’ dog sh~t on jewelry, n~gga
we the ones parkin’ lambs in the hood, we the ones got our fam livin’ good, n~gga
we the ones in the city with the motion, we the ones in the city keepin’ focus, ayy (watch this here, yeah)
i been bullet with my bloods like a tampon
i’m finna paint the ‘cat pink like i’m cam’ron
you better not drop that location, get it terrorized
shooter dropped a thousand rounds, got ’em terrified
got the hoes leanin’ back like it’s terror squad
i’ll take the whole bank with these pair of 9s
hit him once in his neck, left him paralyzed
broke me walkin’ down, sh~t, rockin’ fear of god
hmm, ap on my wrist, look like a glacier
i gotta get it now, b~tch, i’m impatient
i’m finna drop a ’06, this b~tch ancient
hoo, her p~ssy got a smell, this b~tch tainted
done with the raps, i’m finna get my sh~t painted
b~tch, i’m on another planet, this ur~n~s
let me f~ck you on my live, make you famous
shout out to my brother bleeds like i’m amos
i’ll fill you up with lead like our tap water
i’ll take a thirty every session, make me rap harder
i took they ass on the chase, we in the black charger
yeah, we birthed a new style, i’m the black father
big pointers in my sh~t, came heavy rocks
pop dog when one eye close like i’m fetty wap
i’ll take a baby .223 over a baby chop’
i’m tryna make it to the top, who gon’ make me stop?
b~tch, n0body
he talkin’ all that gangster sh~t, but ain’t got no bodies
hmm, b~tch bad as h~ll, but she a ho, probably
i’m havin’ motion off the ‘caine like i’m yo gotti
i used to call my n~gga quan like, “what the l!ck read?”
now i’m out here fish tailin’ in a ten speed
i’m still pickin’ white forces over big b
love my hood, so my outfit cost six g’s
and n~ggas had a chance, couldn’t get they timin’ right
brodie check the carburetor, f~ckin’ timin’ light
okay, the more you come and cop, i shoot down the price
put it on the road, we’ll shoot down tonight

- lirik lagu rmc mike

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