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music is never ending - rmc mike lyrics

(it’s a wayne beat)
(good lookin’, cali)
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)

hmm, a million dollars cash to get a city smacked
i’ll send a n*gga up there where remy at, hmm
reloaded off the perc’s, bought a fifty pack
actin’ like p. diddy, told her, “b*tch, she gotta gimme that”
but i’ll never take it
hmm, keep it real with everybody, i’ll never fake it
finesse ’em out a bag, i told ’em that it never made it
how you rap about a million dollars but you never made it?
“mikе, have you ever caught a body?” i’ll nеver say it
she want a thousand dollars for the p*ssy, l’ll never pay it
they say they like bro music, but i’ll never play it
i show love to everybody, bro, i never hated
h*ll yeah, her p*ssy good, but i’ll never hate it
she only call when she want some d*ck, bro, we never dated
this n*gga pulled out a pint of pop, i’ll never drink it
if you ain’t got a gaffer for me, then we never linkin’
b*tch, we never chillin’
we rich now, b*tch, my bank account over seven digits
tried to hit the ho’ sober, gave her seven minutes
m.i.n.e. entertainment, b*tch, music is never endin’
i used to rob n*ggas, now l be on television
i used to wanna sell dope but now i got a better vision
i’m tryna drop that ’25 v, it got a better engine
help lil’ bro knock off the beef, but i was never in it
b*tch, i’m never goin’ and she never comin’
dropped it like a dime in my pocket, got a better woman
sold unc’ 200 grams but i stretched a hunnid
b*tch sneezed on my d*ck, i got a blessin’ comin’
b*tch, let me see you shake that ass, this a tip drill
ri’ threw an alley off the glass, i’mma windmill
accurate with the k, i hit his ass through the windshield
and no, we did not sign a deal but we a big deal
his head came in a box like a kid’s meal
caught him lackin’ buyin’ liquor out in wigsville
f*ck a h*llcat, i kinda like how this benz feel
we both made 2m digital, me and phil
i think my brotha’ got a million dollars on hand, cash
everybody in this room tryna f*ck, where your friends at?
jus’ seen a white man in walmart rockin’ a sam’s hat
we left a hunnid shots in his whip, he need to stand back
hmm, we cut his arms off, he want his hands back
i put the guns down, bring the hands back
left out the crib at 9am, brought a ten back
and i think i left with a glock, i brought a fn back
hmm, b*tch left by herself, but brought her friend back
b*tch hit me with a sneaky smile, i had to grin back
sixty thousand on me, all blues, you can’t bend that
how the f*ck you think i’m in a striker if the vins match?
i think we dropped everybody, still gon’ spend back
you tried to stack a million dollars, bro, just spent that
b*tch said she wasn’t f*ckin’ at all, bro, just hit that
she hit me off with some head before the kickback
b*tch hit me with a leg, i threw her kick back
i can get a lot of people dropped for a knick*knack
i just hit my b*tch best friend, she want her l!ck back
i know she suck the d*ck good, she
got a big back
she got a big cat, she got big lips
i can tuck a old chop’, i got big hips
b*tch tried to drive the boat, i got a stick shift
it’s 2025, you don’t wanna make my sh*t list i went to wafi, guaranteed that my sh*t hit
“he just a fat n*gga with a gun,” old big b*tch
grinded out the mud, the main goal was to get rich
drinkin’ free pints, the deposit only ten cents

- rmc mike lyrics

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