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12 pm on the northside - ysr gramz & rmc mike lyrics

[intro]
we the ones going extra hard to bring the city up

[verse]
we the ones going hard to bring the city up f.n got so much f*ckin power this b*tch giddy up, d*mn i don’t want that rec no more i need a bentley truck, drunk a four of wock and popped a perc just to pick me up, gave my lil b*tch a perc too made her l!ck me up, b*tch we in a ram trx this the hemi truck, counting twenty mad as h*ll i can’t hit benji up, took my side b*tch down the way too f*ck fendi up, (rmc mike) ian even get the head from yo b*tch i just titty f*cked, we in a lamborghini put that old ass bentley up, we in thе alley with the same n*gga that poppеd rickey up, i’m out in cali looking for the bud you gotta hit me up, my lil n*gga said he love the sound the way the semi bust, i was sixteen years old on the city bus, i got a hemi in this b*tch you hear me pulling up, if i went to school with you n*gga i would’ve beat you up, (ysr gramz) shiit i would’ve shot his ass cold hearted demon traumatized about a body bag, i would’ve blew the task force up if i was rodney ass, n*ggas steady tryna bite our style old copycats, i just poured two four’s in a pair of snapples, drinking on some old red this a teradactyl, that mean it’s old as h*ll, if you ain’t got no weed call gramz he got bowls for sale, he caught a body then snitched on his man’s that’s bold as h*ll, the same feathers always flock together you told as well, (rmc mike) nah mike i’m done selling weed i got a phone for sale, i just got into some real estate we got homes for sale, she real, she stayed in the trap when it was cold as h*ll, why you posting all them guns this ain’t show and tell, i don’t want the head out yo b*tch her t**th gold as h*ll, you be out here shooting people co* you finna go to jail, sold a four out a wock pint mike poured a twelve, how you doing scams on the road but can’t pay yo bail (ysr gramz) glock on me every single day that’s my protocale, oops i mean protocol popped a n*gga all in his chin knocked his shoulders off, now i’m in a ten wit f.n and a bowl of sauce, if i don’t like you and yo beat whack ima overcharge, (rmc mike) .308 shootin big bullets like a bowling ball, she can put the ak in her pants she got on overalls, pull that b*tch out and knock a n*gga whole motor off, my cup darker than a b*tch it look like motor oil, my n*gga still in traffic with that 30 he got court tomorrow, (ysr gramz) two years ago was f*cked up i got a fortune now,(rmc mike) from lebow street lsp i’m in florida now, hate when no seats war baby i’m in georgia now, (rmc mike) a empire recording a mixtape blew a quarter pound

- ysr gramz rmc mike lyrics

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