paroles de chanson Buy Ourself - RMC Mike , Rio Da Yung Og

(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Alright, we ready, we rollin′ (Bitch)
Alright
Yeah, what up, Sav? Alright

Eight hundred for my shirt, bitch, I'm fly as hell
Ho, this ain′t Gucci Guilty, this YSL
Don't think you safe 'cause you just told, you can die in jail

I just brought a brand new pair of Andys, finna line myself
Niggas talkin′ ′bout I'm broke, the chicken fry itself?
The world need another me, can I buy myself?

Just paid five thousand for another pint, I wanna fight myself
Damn, I can′t find no codeine, I'm finna bite myself
If you don′t see me out with Mike, then I'm by myself
If bro don′t get the job done, I'ma try myself
Two racks on me, walkin' through the set, just tryna buy a belt
If I don′t make it to heaven, I′ma die in hell
Greedy nigga, I just asked bro can I buy his sale?

So you wanna pay me, like, to go do sales?
Alright

Nigga told and got out, he should've stayed in jail
With this new scale I got, I can weigh a whale
Told Mike if he catch another body, I′ma pay his bail

Ri', you ain′t gotta do that, I can pay myself
I just fucked a rap bitch raw, man, I hate myself
Popped a Perc' and cut my own lean, damn, I played myself
If it wasn′t for abortions, I'd have seven kids just to raise myself

Shit, my daddy wasn't there, I raised myself
And I can show you 200K I just made myself
Off the drank, dancin′ with the Drac′, almost grazed myself
I just did a hard song with Rio, I paid myself
Bitch wasn't tryna give the pussy up, I laid myself
(Man, how the fuck I do that?) I fucked myself
Pedophile, get off Percocets and try to touch myself

Before I let a nigga bust my dome, I′ll bust myself
One day, I stole money from me, I don't trust myself
Before I let my bitch go through my phone, I′ll cut myself
I don't give a fuck what you got saved, I′m up myself

If I catch my girl cheatin', I'ma pop my bitch
You can′t buy my last Percocet, I′ma pop my shit
Damn, my Rollie hard as hell, I'll rob my wrist
Before I made a dollar off of rap, I sold rocks with Chris

Ri′ asked me do I got my strap, don't I got a hip?
I just shot like six or seven people, damn, I gotta dip
Stomach hurtin′ like a motherfucker, think I gotta shit

Ironic how the bitch can't suck dick, but got a lot of lip
Left MGM with twenty racks, I had a lot of chips
Thought he bought some clean dope, hit him with the DJ Drama mix

Walked in the bank and tried to cash ten with a lotto slip
Pulled on the plug and tried to buy a brick with some counterfeit
Can′t believe this nigga got a thirty-six, that's my mama wrist