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lirik lagu 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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