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lirik lagu big ghetto – rmc mike & peezy

[intro: rmc mike]
hey, ayy

[verse 1: rmc mike]
i told you once before, the nice sh*t you wanna f*ck, i caught her starin’ at my wrist
ayy, look, hold your cup up in the air if it got lean in it
when we have our one*on*ones, just know i mean business
’86 monte came mounted, lookin’ clean in it
stayin’ heavily motivated, we do things different
shoot the ball like michael, but on defense, i’m a neat pippen
on the road to success you need a clean vision
twenty*three hundred for some jeans, yeah, the sеams different
can’t beliеve my glocky jammed up, i gotta clean this one
underlay for the overplay, don’t make the wrong choice
labels say they love the way i rap, i got a strong voice
let her suck my d*ck up in the whip, left her thong moist
it ain’t all about if you can rap, it’s the song choice
first thing i ever wanted to be was the dope man
built my legacy from ground up, i got the floor plan
i know a n*gga rap his ass off, but he got no fans
my bro addicted to that white girl, lindsay lohan
we bringin’ trap back
this a gucci man bag, it’s not a knapsack
i’m runnin’ out of slapwoods, this my last pack
i’m not smokin’ backwoods, you need to trash that
heavy mud up in my cup, it’s like a three or somethin’
you can achieve anything if you believe in somethin’
a n*gga raised his voice at me, pulled the heater on him
knock the p*ssy out the ballpark, i pulled a jeter on her
it ain’t all about the s*x, i’m tryna catch a vibe
i’ll rob you for your car before i catch a ride
i shoot my heat a lot to give my finger exercise
i just sprayed this weed down with some pesticides
[verse 2: peezy]
ghetto, yeah
get up in the mornin’, sprint to it like it’s exercise
we get money, boy, if you ain’t steppin’, n*gga, step aside (n*gga)
tonight we drinkin’ all eights, i want the section lit
just came from section 8, now we fresher than a peppermint (fresh as f*ck, boy)
both pockets full, got me smellin’ like i stepped in sh*t (what that mean?)
i got dog sh*t on me, i don’t call big homies (nah)
by myself like scarface, they should call me tony (big tony)
brought some bad b*tches with me ’cause the top gettin’ lonely (yeah)
let the top down (let it down), shut the block down
n*ggas turn to track stars when they hear that glock sound
known for standin’ on business, ain’t no opps around (ain’t no opps around)
my reputation speak for me when i’m not around (big ghetto)
yeah, that should tell you somethin’ ’bout me, n*gga, i’m different
i can’t make a b*tch happy right now ’cause i’m pimpin’
i been takin’ care of the family, sendin’ n*ggas on missions (for real)
i be sittin’ courtside like i play for the pistons (yeah)
catch me on the ice cam with all my chains and sh*t
double cup of prometh, no, i won’t change a bit
give a f*ck how much you talkin’, you gotta make it make sense
i’m a different type of artist, i send hits and make hits
i’m in the mafia (yeah)
it’s consequences if you bring around a cop to us (uh*huh)
you gotta do it yourself or we gon’ pop you up (yeah)
i’m just talkin’ sh*t, it’s entertainment, man, stop it, bro (i’m just playin’, man)
it’s just entertainment, i’m just rappin’, man
[outro: peezy]
ghetto, free rio

- rmc mike peezy

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