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letra de switches - rmc mike

[intro]
yeah, alright
b-tch

[verse]
thirty times ten, do the math check
i was playin’ with some sh-t before i had s-x
send that location, we pullin’ down to your address
automatic when i shoot the three, i never half-step
bad b-tch, big booty on her, but she got bad breath
b-tch was gon’ leave anyway when that bag left
ooh, i see his diamonds ain’t hittin’, he need a lab check
y’all still talkin’ ’bout that hundred k, i done passed that
thirty million streams this year, and i ain’t press the gas yet
but i remember we was sellin’ ‘bows out an aztec
your b-tch got a bbl, go get her ass checked
i think i made six figures on my last check
okay, i’m lyin’, it was only five
i’m lookin’ for a drag race like i’m tony bynes
n-ggas can’t step in my shoes, this the only size
i just bought a brand-new glock 40, yeah, the police kind
when them boys listen to your rap, they like, “i know he lyin'”
in the d on seven mile, i’m finna order coney time
boy, that rollie faker than a b-tch, you on a phony time
shots fired and your man left, you on a lonely time
seventy-five on that k, goin’ shot-for-shot
when we lookin’ for an opp, we go block to block
unc’ still smokin’ dope, he gon’ shop for rocks
make a n-gga shut the f-ck up [?]
slide on a different opp in the k5
hit a b-tch with the cold shoulders like i’m jaiswan
my favorite time to go slide is in the daytime
finna spend twenty-one thousand on my paint job
i’m talkin’ wetter than the ocean, you could surf on it
poured up some hi-tech then mixed a lil’ purp’ on it
threw a switchy on my glock, i love the jerk on it
b-tch found out i f-cked her best friend and had a hurt moment
inside of the monte look like basketball skin
f-cked an nba b-tch and had basketball twins
i got a play for ten ‘bows at the mackinac bridge
sh-t, my profit was a dime and i’m stackin’ all ten
b-tch, we runnin’ rap game, i’m all-in
you want a n-gga gone, 1-800-call-ben
you the type to shoot a party up, expectin’ all kids
sold the white boy a pint of wock’, it’s really all thin
okay, the patek or the richard? sh-t, i can’t decide
before i go catch a body, i like to strategize
i know a n-gga next move ’cause i -n-lyze
catch him walkin’ with his kids, left him terrified
gave him a pass ’cause i don’t like to shoot kids
n-gga said he want smoke, hit him with two sigs
it’s reclinin’ backseats in my new benz
man, you n-ggas can’t rap and the truth is
i’m a g.o.a.t. and y’all really can’t f-ck with a n-gga
i done nutted in her twice, now she stuck with a n-gga
movin’ at my own pace, ain’t no rushin’ a n-gga
rockin’ one-of-one sh-t, yeah, it’s custom, my n-gga
pint of wock’, sell it to the streets, or should i drop it?
i’m poppin’ sh-t, ’cause gettin’ your ass beat wasn’t an option
js don’t come out ’til next week, but i got ’em
every gun you got up in your fleet, i done shot ’em
ball game, n-gga, check the score, b-tch, we up fifty
i been important now, so it’s kind of hard to get in touch with me
scream still tryna stab that b-tch, i done f-cked sidney
went ot last month and made a buck-twenty
i want a lambo truck, but that wraith on my mind
i could drop it any day, i’m just waitin’ on the time
i get my sh-t early as f-ck, i ain’t waitin’ in no line
i’m comin’ to your mama crib if you play with one of mine
loyalty the key, sh-t, that’s all i know
five-gram slapwoods, that’s all i smoke
if you ain’t tryna spend no pape’, what you callin’ for?
b-tch, my lungs good as f-ck, inhale all the smoke
i gave you n-ggas time to get off, now it’s my turn
four-five hit him in his head, clip his sideburns
i just got to fl!ckin’ at the whip, he took an odd turn
shoot first, then ask questions later is what i learned

- rmc mike

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