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A Million Off Fentanyl - RMC Mike
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A Million Off Fentanyl RMC Mike

A Million Off Fentanyl - RMC Mike
[Intro]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Alright, look
She the coldest in the city, want me to pay for it
Huh, we ain't doin' that, though
You gotta realize
You fuckin' with a real nigga
Bitch
Huh, look

[Verse 1]
She the coldest in the city, want me to pay for it
Told her I'ma still grind like a skateboard
If your brother fell down, would you wait for him?
Shit, I would, I'll sacrifice my life for him
My heart cold, I could survive in an ice storm
He ain't got the money for the feat', give me a pipe for it
I take my gun everywhere, I got the rights for it
Say you got the plug on the 'bows, what the price for it?
He want twenty-two five, so I bought 'em all
What I spent in Saks Fifth, could've bought the mall
My youngins down in DC fuckin' with the frauds
My uncle still in the 6 fuckin' with the dogs
A lot of niggas in that can, yeah, I miss 'em all
Take it back to 2010, I would've killed 'em all
I bet I strike the batter out quick when I pitch the ball
I know a nigga right now made an M off of fentanyl
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