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6 god - rmc mike lyrics

6 god lyrics
[intro]
(e*e*e*enrgy made this one)
b*tch!
ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga

[verse]
i’m on the path to being great, just gotta work harder
i put my d*ck all the way in, made her squirt harder
gucci seat $1200 with the shirt collar
i like that stingray ‘vette, but the ‘vert harder
aight, let me talk my sh*t
you gotta spend a half a ticket just to talk like this
i got a shotgun in my pants, that’s why i walk like this
spent 21 and some change on a off white fit
gucci backpack with the hat, another 12 bucks
i’m still spending old bread, i got a stale lunch
i make ten thousand every time my brother yell, “punch”
last night, i beat my pockets’ ass, and they swelled up
you boys broke, man y’all still rolling tail blunts
so much water on my neck could make a whale jump
got thirty minutes, b*tch, i need some head before my sale come
bag so heavy on the table, make the scale jump
feather brung me some codeine, i’m finna drop a eight
i done ran up some dog sh*t, i can drop a wraith
hit him with a tre five*seven, made him drop the k
5.56 make a n*gga lean and rock away
on the way to meet the plug, i’m just a block away
real trapper, b*tch, my flip phone do a block a day
ar pistol with a hunnid shots, i call it dr. j
i had to switch pharmacies now my doctor g*y
d*mn, i’m finna stop drinking
b*tch gave me brain so good i almost stopped thinking
i’m out in beecher, f*cking all they hoes, this a thot region
i done blew the p*ssy wide open, she can’t stop peeing
lil nasty muhf*cker
you know i’m strapped, so don’t ask me muhf*cker
b*tch booty white, lil ashy muhf*cker
i paid high for the zaz’, i’m finna tax a muf*cker, no cap
she sucked my d*ck, i cut her off, she want her throat back
been stepping on these lil n*ggas, like a doormat
my uncle showed me how to press a brick with a floor jack
he sick as h*ll he lost his b*tch to me, he want his hoe back
small block fold six, that b*tch fine*tuned
my b*tch said it’s head on the menu, finna slide through
out of town, looking for some act’, i bet i find you
i’m 5’7″, but that choppa make me 9’2″
one*stop shop, we always open, like a drive*thru
lookin’ for a new b*tch to f*ck, then lie to
you n*ggas can’t spit like i spit, i got a side tooth
i dropped a seven*song ep just to ride to
you n*ggas can’t get it how we get it, cut the small talk
double*barrel action to your chest, this a sawed*off
i f*cked her too hard off that perc’, she had to call off
n*gga, i’ll rob the brickman before i fall off
d*mn, i miss the 6 god, free my brother ben’
12*hour drive with the pills, i had to cut her in
her p*ssy turned into a waterpark, i had to f*ck again
i came up with a plan to get rich, n*gga huddle in
the train crowded, take the shuttle then
sh*t, i showcased a hunnid racks, just to rub it in
i like her sister too, now i’m f*ckin’ twins
i dropped my glock all in the mud, that b*tch bust again, we up again
you buy drugs, and i need it now, the plug rushed it in
he sent his sh*t through the air, the bag touched again
d*mn, the police ran up in the spot, we had to flush again
stashed the cash in the safe with a custom pin
f*ck!

- rmc mike lyrics

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