[Intro: RMC Mike]
Bitch
(Enrgy Beats)
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I can't stop shootin', boy, this a fifty rounder
I gave your bitch a Percocet and got the pussy out her
I could've got the shit for free, I tossed her fifty dollars
Went and sold Unc' a nine piece, Andre Iguodala
Later on, we took a trip in a blue Impala
She gave that pussy up again, I knocked the juices out it
Sold cuz a hit six, I took a deuce up out it
A nigga tryna change his ways, but got used to violence
She think I'm actin' nonchalant, she just used to tryin'
You gotta blame my mama, she produced a monster
We fucked seven times, but never used a condom
Heard dog turned into a user 'cause they used around him
I ain't gon' lie, that's some fucked-up shit
Growin' up, I ain't play ball, I wanted to touch a brick
Somewhere, I got sidetracked on some other shit
This work fresh off the press, you need oven mitts
[Interlude]
You, uh
You fellas been doin' a bit of boozin', have ya?
Suckin' back on grandpa's old cough medicine?
No, oh, no, sir, no, no, no, uh-uh
Yeah, well, what's that?
That's nothing, sir
Yeah, nothing
Yeah, well, uh, you aware that, uh, it's against the law to have an open alcohol container here in the state of Pennsylvania?
Come on, give me that booze, you little pumpkin pie haircutted freak, come on
Sir, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
No, sir, don't, don't
Bitch
(Enrgy Beats)
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I can't stop shootin', boy, this a fifty rounder
I gave your bitch a Percocet and got the pussy out her
I could've got the shit for free, I tossed her fifty dollars
Went and sold Unc' a nine piece, Andre Iguodala
Later on, we took a trip in a blue Impala
She gave that pussy up again, I knocked the juices out it
Sold cuz a hit six, I took a deuce up out it
A nigga tryna change his ways, but got used to violence
She think I'm actin' nonchalant, she just used to tryin'
You gotta blame my mama, she produced a monster
We fucked seven times, but never used a condom
Heard dog turned into a user 'cause they used around him
I ain't gon' lie, that's some fucked-up shit
Growin' up, I ain't play ball, I wanted to touch a brick
Somewhere, I got sidetracked on some other shit
This work fresh off the press, you need oven mitts
[Interlude]
You, uh
You fellas been doin' a bit of boozin', have ya?
Suckin' back on grandpa's old cough medicine?
No, oh, no, sir, no, no, no, uh-uh
Yeah, well, what's that?
That's nothing, sir
Yeah, nothing
Yeah, well, uh, you aware that, uh, it's against the law to have an open alcohol container here in the state of Pennsylvania?
Come on, give me that booze, you little pumpkin pie haircutted freak, come on
Sir, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
No, sir, don't, don't
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