lirik lagu all cash – rmc mike
[intro]
yeah, b*tch
mama, i’m back
[verse]
brand new benz off the lot, paid cash for it
eight of wocky in the pop, finna add more
ridin’ through the 6 with more choppas than a task force
this sh*t just come with the game, you picked a bad sport
mama, we made it out the hood, i got a glass porch
type of n*gga stayed out of trouble, never had court
i was taught god’ll grant your wishes if you ask for it
i could take you to the top, but i need gas for it
stayin’ focused on the task, tryna feed the team
i just sold a hunnid ‘bows out the regencies
every day my life a movie, no dvd
i re*rocked a n*gga bag with some pcp
pssh, hah, i know, it’s wrong, right?
me and d*boy locked in at the stu’ equals long night
i had to rearrange some things, livin’ the wrong life
diamonds bustin’ off this chest look like strobe lights
n*ggas tryna get some help just to get ahead
nothin’ like them other n*ggas, i’m a different bred
oops, i mean a different breed
a lot of legs hangin’ from that k, look like a centipede
i used to smoke 89, but this some different weed
i’m only f*ckin’ with the b*tch if her kitchen clean
vs1 f*color, it’s a different link
unc stuck up in the past, still pitchin’ p’s
cold*talkin’ to the plug, he vietnamese
she hit me with a headshot, now i’m weak in the knees
i guess the tongue real sl!ck, now she thinkin’ i’m veeze
bust a meal right in my mouth, got her eatin’ my seeds
hey, i know it’s nasty, but it’s true
i don’t need you nowhere near if you ain’t rappin’ in the booth
okay, i got some ‘bows in and i’m taxin’, yeah, it’s true
he gon’ do it off the love, ain’t gotta ask my bro to shoot
we still’ll walk a n*gga down with that glock, aim steady
i might stop the world when my music drop, they ain’t ready
the white boys ain’t like the real percs no more, we came fetty
like a thousand*some grams around your neck, i came heavy
everybody wanna drop a h*llcat, i came chevy
everybody wanna [?][1:38]
peanut b*tter rear, on the outside, i came jelly
i need two pair of air force 1’s, i came nelly
pssh, i’m the rap g.o.a.t
waitin’ on a rainy day is what i stack for
broad thick, she tryna f*ck, she tellin’ fat jokes
caught the p*ssy off the top rope, she got her back broke
hah, call me percules
off a thirty, b*tch, my d*ck stronger than hercules
smokin’ the ‘wood, gettin’ some head, i done burnt her weave
i see you gettin’ pape’ now, but, sh*t, you learned from me
sn*tch one of my mine, that’s a murder to the third*degree
i showed you nothin’ but real love, how you gon’ turn on me?
he tried to hit me with some game that he learned from me
that .308’ll park his sh*t before he turn the street, and that’s word from me
get rich, then get your people rich
get a b*tch pregnant then k!ll a baby on some evil sh*t
a lot of times i move by myself, i gotta be legit
i don’t worry ’bout too many problems, ’cause i keep a stick
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