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im cheating - yn jay & rmc mike lyrics

[verse 1: yn jay]
you did it first, you can’t get mad ’cause i’m cheating
hit a badass b*tch from the back, i’m finna beat it
i get a bad b*tch number then delete it
b*tch say she got a pretty coochi, let me see it
b*tch say she finna write a book, can i read it?
b*tch say she never been to church, who you believe in?
b*tch always cold as f*ck, you anemic?
b*tch say she used to go to [?] you know [?]
b*tch say she know [?] you know [?]
grab me a cream soda, two lieder
in the yard fighting [?] new beater
i don’t even wanna f*ck that b*tch if you hit her
b*tch want the coochi man, [?] hit her
i just pulled up in a fast car, two seater
it’s getting cold outside, i bought a new heater
you got some bullsh*t ass beats, you need new speakers
i got the j’s, standing in line for them new sneakers
you ain’t never seen this [?] i’m a new creature
pulled up with [?] we in a drop head
i just hit a n*gga up close, left the glock red
i’m a real [?] n*gga, paint the glock red
i can tell she get beat down, she got thot legs
eh, real sh*t
don’t [?] no drank, if it ain’t wok, or it’s not red
white boy grow so much weed, he a pot head
clean the floor with a n*gga dreads, he got a mop head
[verse 2: rmc mike]
i ain’t come over to f*ck, i just stopped in
me and coochi man, soft beats in the drop benz
[?] walking down, in some top tens
[?] left a scat pack and i’m [?]
like b*tch, who you lieing to?
i’m finna call up activis, like where i find you?
we getting this money independent, who i sign to?
we are the greatest of this era, so remind you
mixing wok with high tech, gotta spike the red
i’m just tryna get high as h*ll, and go fight the dead
free my brother ri, he in the b*tch, had to fight the feds
that n*gga gave me trentch pints, but the pint was red
hey, they was just a bunch of dumb n*ggas
go [?] sippin [?] having fun with it
i don’t care if p*ssy smell like pee, just put my tongue in it
stash spot in the headrest, i put my gun in it
[?] h*ll, i can run with it
if you really want this sh*t, you gotta come get it
he tried to slide, got his ass hit, that was a dumb mission
n*ggas out here breaking all the rules, that be unwritten

- yn jay rmc mike lyrics

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