RMC Mike - Pick Me Now lyrics
[RMC Mike - Pick Me Now lyrics]
Ah, yeah, alright! Bitch, alright
You know what the fuck goin' on, man
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Free the whole ghetto, man RMC shit
It's 6: 45, we at the brick house
Unky dancin' on the work like he Chris Brown
Bitch say she wanna fuck, whip my dick out
If she don't give that pussy up
She gotta get out
Ayy, gold Sky-Dweller on, this a half a hun'
Yes, I paid all cash, so I'm braggin' some
Bitch, that's not my baby
That's Brandon's son
I just copped a brand new FN and a drum
Yeah, that bitch hold a fifty now
I'ma be outside thuggin' 'til
They send me down
I remember hoes ain't used to wanna fuck
Guess what? They pick me now
Ghetto Boy from the 810, with the shit
Right?
Yeah, ayy, look, fuck a bitch in the asshole
She can't sit right
She wanna be with a nigga, I got a lit life
I'm finna cut this bitch off
She on her fifth strike
Drinkin' all the Wockeisha
We on our fifth pint been grindin' hard
But, I'm still on the road to riches
Niggas act like hoes
They be out here exposin' bitches
I need an eighteen-wheeler, yeah
This load is different
If you like the shit I smoke, well
Them 'bows expensive
KelTec P50 'em, you gotta load it different
We finna knock the building down
You gotta hold the ceiling
I done fell in love with
Three bitches with no commitment
Am I wrong for it?
I ain't have to pay cash, I got a loan for it
I just bought a trap house
Out in Mount Morris ayy, we on the dirt road
You gotta watch for potholes, nigga
Swerve slow i got my switchy from the 'Raq
Shoutout Swervo I'm finna open up the cage
And let the birds go
Shit, ayy, you know they flyin' south
I should call this bitch a bag
She got a wide mouth
I stuck my whole dick in her, she yelled
"Time out" you got her eatin' at the crib
Ain't no dine out huh, cheatin'-ass nigga
Got a wifey at the crib
We gotta fuck the hotel up 'cause she
Can't find out where I live
I done bought all the Glocks
I'm tryna try me out a SIG
You wanna sell some 'bows? Boy
You gotta fly me out to see 'em
Whoo, and that's boss status
He actin' like he got some money
But he talk average
Baby Glock 43 make him walk backwards
Hit the bitch missionary, doin' all damage
I like a real nasty bitch like raw cabbage
I'm finna beat her doonies down
In a log cabin
He talk about he in the field
He playin' all Madden
Thirty-seven hundred for this
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You know what the fuck goin' on, man
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Free the whole ghetto, man RMC shit
It's 6: 45, we at the brick house
Unky dancin' on the work like he Chris Brown
Bitch say she wanna fuck, whip my dick out
If she don't give that pussy up
She gotta get out
Ayy, gold Sky-Dweller on, this a half a hun'
Yes, I paid all cash, so I'm braggin' some
Bitch, that's not my baby
That's Brandon's son
I just copped a brand new FN and a drum
Yeah, that bitch hold a fifty now
I'ma be outside thuggin' 'til
They send me down
I remember hoes ain't used to wanna fuck
Guess what? They pick me now
Ghetto Boy from the 810, with the shit
Right?
Yeah, ayy, look, fuck a bitch in the asshole
She can't sit right
She wanna be with a nigga, I got a lit life
I'm finna cut this bitch off
She on her fifth strike
Drinkin' all the Wockeisha
We on our fifth pint been grindin' hard
But, I'm still on the road to riches
Niggas act like hoes
They be out here exposin' bitches
I need an eighteen-wheeler, yeah
This load is different
If you like the shit I smoke, well
Them 'bows expensive
KelTec P50 'em, you gotta load it different
We finna knock the building down
You gotta hold the ceiling
I done fell in love with
Three bitches with no commitment
Am I wrong for it?
I ain't have to pay cash, I got a loan for it
I just bought a trap house
Out in Mount Morris ayy, we on the dirt road
You gotta watch for potholes, nigga
Swerve slow i got my switchy from the 'Raq
Shoutout Swervo I'm finna open up the cage
And let the birds go
Shit, ayy, you know they flyin' south
I should call this bitch a bag
She got a wide mouth
I stuck my whole dick in her, she yelled
"Time out" you got her eatin' at the crib
Ain't no dine out huh, cheatin'-ass nigga
Got a wifey at the crib
We gotta fuck the hotel up 'cause she
Can't find out where I live
I done bought all the Glocks
I'm tryna try me out a SIG
You wanna sell some 'bows? Boy
You gotta fly me out to see 'em
Whoo, and that's boss status
He actin' like he got some money
But he talk average
Baby Glock 43 make him walk backwards
Hit the bitch missionary, doin' all damage
I like a real nasty bitch like raw cabbage
I'm finna beat her doonies down
In a log cabin
He talk about he in the field
He playin' all Madden
Thirty-seven hundred for this
Gucci fall jacket comin' all captions