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letra de lucid nightmare 2 - rmc mike & rio da yung og

[intro: rmc mike]
b-tch
(d-mn, that sh-t slap)
let me die, come on
(if you ain’t got a beat from bam, you don’t drop enough)

[verse: rmc mike & rio da yung og]
i still got that baby k with the seventy-five
i’m finna overdose on drank, bro, let me die
caught the opp walkin’ down my street, shot him seventy times
just know you on my good side if you catch me high
what, somebody cut your drank? this a heavy five
i don’t like drinkin’ lean with mike, ’cause i’m scared to fly
dog girl won’t let me f-ck, sh-t, let me try
told my b-tch she gotta like hoes, let’s be honest
n-gga ain’t threw me sh-t when i was walkin’, but you could catch me drivin’
i was told to tell my b-tch the truth, but you could catch me lyin’
he kept playin’ with my plug, so i electrified him
me and ri shinin’ like stars, you can’t stress a diamond
these real vs1s, you could magnify ’em
two foreign cars outside, you a caddy driver
i just bought a whole brick, you a baggie buyer
dog sh-t in my two back pockets like a saggy diaper
7.62s get to swingin’ like f-ggots fightin’
i heard you be f-ckin’ with the trojans, i’m a magnum buyer
392 or a ‘cat, you a magnum driver
i got on spongebob big toe, you could ask my tires
the n-gga played the wrong f-ckin’ song, i had to whack the driver
make an opp head go boom like an amplifier
you could light the blunt with the heat we spittin’, don’t grab a lighter
michael kidd got wock’ for one-eighty, i had to buy it
b-tch, i’m the real ceo, your ass is fired
yeah, we still f-ck with enrgy, your ass be tired
me and ri f-ckin’ up the game, your ass retired
i’m still tryna f-ck that one b-tch, she got an ass behind her
dog only popped, he had a million dollars cash behind him
me and mike popped off free beats, we didn’t have to buy ’em
caught auntie stealin’ out my stash and i racked the rifle
they mad that i took off on they ass, they shouldn’t’ve taxed michael
used to have a wallet, now my blue hundreds look like a stack of bibles
how many shots he drop today? you could ask my rivals
mike, how we gon’ ask them that? they in a casket probably
i grew up lookin’ for my pops, i’m a b-st-rd probably
caught an opp leavin’ river village, he at rally’s dyin’
my daddy never drove twenty-sixes, he a rally driver
lil’ b-tch tried to pin a baby on me, she a daddy finder
in the booth f-ckin’ with deep water, he an addy buyer
bro cleared two hundred in la, he a cali swiper
oh, you was lookin’ for lil e? he with cali probably
i can’t believe this n-gga tried to stunt with his daddy viper
b-tch got raped when she was young, her daddy piped her
d-mn, her daddy f-cked her?
i ain’t never f-ck your baby mama, she a package stuffer
my white boy spent thirty-two hundred, he a cracker hunky
i was finna f-ck this bad b-tch, but her ass was flunky
b-tch, i’m off two honey packs, let me crack the monkey
mr. krabs when i get the cash, krabby patty hustlin’
oh, them n-ggas want beef? we grabbin’ mustard
got the bread, put the cheese on it, your ass a goner
you want these chanel shoes? you gotta ask gunna
me and mike keep noddin’ off off the percs, we done smacked each other
me and bro got a drank plug, so we tax each other
me and mike had guns on us in the club, almost whacked each other
i be sippin’ wockesha, that’s acky brother
tryna hit my b-tch mama mama, i’m a granny f-cker
i just bought a brand-new .308 from my daddy brother
picky n-gga, cut a b-tch off if her panties ugly
uh, i just bought a scat pack from my fam— ahh
i just bought a scat pack from my granny cousin
whole house breakin’ down the bag, this a family hustle
how you got a bad b-tch, her whole family ugly?
2020 e-lade, you in a grand am or somethin’
he bought a f-cked-up h-llcat, he think he bam or somethin’
b-tch hid the dope in the police face, she the fastest stuffer
but she was on her period, she a nasty stuffer
told the b-tch to hand over the pack, now the bag bl–dy
high as h-ll facin’ three-fives in the fastest cutty
i done made over 200k, you could ask my cuddy
me and mike split a half a mil’, he my half-a-brother (if you ain’t got a beat from bam, you don’t drop enough)
if you n-ggas don’t believe me, you could ask my mother
b-tch p-ssy was so loose, she could stash a pumpkin
two rollies cost a fifty-ball, that’s a half a hundred
bro threw a ball, i knocked it out the park, i’m a batter-upper

- rmc mike rio da yung og

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