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rj lamont – standing on business كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(f_ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)

[verse 1: bandgang biggs]
when you see biggs, you gon’ see them k!llers, f_ck you and your n_ggas
got more cash than your whole gang and i hit his sister
have them boys come and crop you out, take you out the picture
like we playin’ tic_tac_toe today, x you out the middle (his name’s pablo)
lay you down, run that f_ckin’ chicken, b_tch, this ain’t no riddle
try to run, you gon’ catch this lead, ain’t talkin’ ’bout no pencil
i paid cash for this whip i’m in, b_tch, this ain’t no rental
every time these n_ggas holler out a block, we gon’ spin ’em
we got pounds on the table, money on the floor
you come between that, we turn your brains to sloppy joe
we always got they drop ’cause n_ggas be with sloppy hoes
me and bro fresh off the road, i smell like giffies, get ’em sold
hop out trippin’ come twenty_six inches, got these b_tches lifted
i got g_locks, i got fully switches, shoot you in your fitted
sh_t got vicious, when that money came, seen some n_ggas switchin’
but i don’t give a f_ck, i treat ’em just like b_tches

[verse 2: the godfather]
treat these n_ggas like hoes, faceshot get ’em gone
got him lookin’ for his b_tch, boy, she busy on the road
seen a n_gga take a stand, he couldn’t stand on his hoes
uh_oh, another hundred shots, i reload it
man, they know who to come and f_ck with, we got motion
just popped a perc 30, paranoid ’cause i’m floatin’
new chopper, bullet burn, spin back, then roast you
your brother died, we just poured a pint, started toastin’
still k!llin’ while i’m rappin’, ain’t got no sense
i just tapped the trigger once and got ’em both hit
me and biggs still trappin’ ’til we both rich
it’s just me by myself, i got four bl!cks
the opps lost, ridin’ through the hood with the top off
need my money right now, what you need, rocks off?
‘bows for the low, sell it all, plus we got sauce
think it’s a game ’til you outlined in white chalk
n_gga thought i gave him dope, gave his ass salt
had to get it out the mud, self_made boss
hit him in his sh_t with the k, now he can’t talk
he ain’t want no hit drank, but he still bought it

- rj lamont

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