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letra de drive by - rmc mike

[intro]
b-tch!
ghetto boy sh-t, n-gga

[verse]
f-ck a scat, n-gga, this a wide body benz
plugs and the bricks came in, i tell them “fly me ten”
one day my mama caught me f-ckin’ on siamese twins
we kicked the door down, naw, they couldn’t deny me in
where was ya’ll n-ggas when i was broke and didn’t have sh-t
talk about that sh-t we used to do, boy that’s past tense
now i can go walk up in the mall and just cash in
f-ck a verse, i need 5000 for a adlib
how i just got myself blew off at a fan crib?
huh? caught a body in no eight, his name sam smith
counted up 2000 blue strips, now my hands stiff
n-gga tried to ride my main b-tch, she let the fend rip
$10,000 all blue, that’s a [?]
have her forty times, gelato forty-one, called they a miss
n-gga try to flew for five bands, that’s his friendship
huh? tell me, whip up a pipe with the theined crisp
oops, i mean theined crust
sixty-thousand for the capris, it came rimmed up
it’s really stuntin’, but you know i switched the venz up
reap what you got, stand by the hunnid ten, plus
back to the acg boofs, we cut them tens up
we need a touchdown on his play, huh, teamed up
if you with me, that’s my bro, n-gga, we f-ck friends up
cartier frames, bustdown, with the lense cut
n-gga happy ’cause he finally put his first ten up
’cause i done put up 10 ten times in a quick month
forty-one bezel, hittin’ hard, got his b-tch f-cked
i done got so used to sh-t talkin’, i can’t switch up
i’m a problem but ya’ll n-ggas really can’t f-ck with my brother
we gon’ both knock him out with one punch, ain’t no double-
we drinkin’ [?] poured him a shot of double-
i still drinkin’, but sometimes i be iffy ’bout double lean
had to call, with a eighth of red, they came up the-
[?] the honey badger came double-armed
pay attention, ’cause you prolly think i’m talkin’ ’bout the f-ckin’-
no i’m not, b-tch i’m talkin’ three-hunnid, with the double arm
ran up some dawg sh-t from sh-t-talkin’, i ain’t got a-
swear, our blocks, in the boof, b-tch, i ain’t got a lot
now you mad, b-tch, it took me eleven minutes just to find a pipe
shoutout to my brother louie, way, we still grindin’ right?
i’m the truth, and i tell my b-tch the truth, that mean i’m lying, right?
left hand kinda f-cked up, i gave [?]
had to go to make a hunnid, did that sh-t in like five nights
9k for this outfit i got on, i’m a fly guy
they be p-ssy, man, i’m startin’ to really think they got nine lives
b-tch, we came up in one year, look how time flies
quarter body with my blood n-gga, gave him a high-five
stop and talk sh-t to the haters, i don’t just drive by
[outro]
like what up, n-gga?
know what the f-ck goin’ on, man
ghetto boy rmc sh-t, n-gga
yeah, b-tch

- rmc mike

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