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lirik lagu say cheese – rmc mike

[intro]
(pablo, you so raw)
(his name’s pablo!)

[verse]
supreme tee, off*white jordans, i look expensive
i need a old b*tch to suck my d*ck while using dentures
i found the easy way to make some pape, i used the kitchen
i drowned the [?] in 17 minutes, lou the witness
her p*ssy wet, but suckin’ d*ck lil’ baby true addiction
i’m pimpin’ too, bring me 100k and you can hit it
shot the k so much, that b*tch broke, i gotta fix it
it don’t get wet no more, i think her p*ssy broke, she gotta fix it
my verse equivalent to a 8 of wockhardt
[?] i tried to fit a 12 in a baby bottle
i ain’t got no kids, but still got like three baby mamas
oh, she ain’t got sh*t to wear to school? that’s the baby problem
i just picked a pint of red up from the [?]
thuggin’ off the wifi box, ain’t no cable problems
even on a slow ass day, i can make a thousand
i told the bank, “give me all dubs”, when i hate to count ’em
when i make it off the rap, my whole family is set
mad as h*ll, ’cause i couldn’t find no bally in the ‘set
lou walk around with somethin’ worth a chally on his neck
hit your crib for the bowls and rob your daddy for the rest
carbon [?] glock, with the ladderized step
baby k with the drum, took the [?] out his breath
when i say that “b*tch” word, she took her panties off herself
yeah, i f*cked the lil’ b*tch, then took her granny out for help
peach crush filled with a 3 of triz
unc can pop anything for me, he need his fix
palm angel bomber jacket on, with this cheetah print
i’m finna call lou for a deuce, he keep a six
the plug pulled up with a 4 of act, well i’m keepin’ it
i caught my hoe stealin’ out my stash and i beat the b*tch
sold dawg a 6 of morton grove, but three was hittin’
lookin’ for the opps, he went to hidin’, got his people hit
okay, b*tch p*ssy wet, it taste good like baked beans
b told c that they ain’t f*ckin’ with the a*team
d*mn, her p*ssy tighter than a b*tch, she only 18
d*mn, i was cheatin’ on my b*tch, now i’m on say cheese
flight attendant asked me what i drink, i said “a 8, please”
my back against the wall gettin’ head, she got great knees
backwood connected with a swisher, free [?]
last night was unforgettable, b*tch, i’m swae lee
we did a show, they got to bussin’ at the yga
out of town, sippin’ on some drank where you can find me at
shout out to them 448 boys down in pontiac
it’s f*cked up, i wrote keri hilson, but she ain’t write me back
hmm, i ain’t trippin’ tho
my new b*tch p*ssy get wet, when the pistol blow
paid 800 for a zip of red riddlz, hoe
hit her with a leg, now the b*tch walkin’ pigeon*toed

- rmc mike

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