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rj lamont - the world is yours (intro) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(rj lamont got these motherf_ckin’ streets talkin’)
(ooh, rj)
yeah

[verse 1]
d_mn, mark, where you’ve been? sh_t, juggin’ on that road
my b_tch claim i be embarrassing and doin’ her so wrong (d_mn)
why? ’cause i f_cked that n_gga b_tch and put it in a song
broke n_gga shouldn’t have been talkin’ like i couldn’t hit his ho (broke n_gga)
sorry, baby, i know i got loyal p_ssy still at home
let her hold my oven for me, she’ll cook you n_ggas slow
gucci hoodie when it’s cold, we’ll put you n_ggas on
punchin’ this, punchin’ that, i’m like a bully in these stores
you a rookie, i’m a pro, yeah, b_tch, go get your manager (f_ck on)
say she wanna f_ck me, hold up, let me check my calendar
all these b_tches y’all n_ggas think bad, to me, they regular
she just want a real n_gga with bands, and i’m not mad at her (ayy)
sticked up like a janitor, lil’ n_gga, f_ck you sayin’?
sh_t got real, huddle with my n_ggas like what’s the plan? (let’s get it)
ayy, f_ck them n_ggas, run up them bands
when it’s time, we gon’ leave them n_ggas where the f_ck they stayin’

[chorus]
ayy, run it up, n_gga, we gon’ get this sh_t
we gon’ split this sh_t, even if it’s fifty cent
you a silly b_tch, why you tryna cuff knowin’ brodie f_cked?
thinkin’ i ain’t hip, but i’m gon’ play my role, i know what’s up (ha)
cheat money, snuck the toolie in, f_ck what crew he in
up that b_tch on the first n_gga think he superman
ayy, slide for this ‘fit, and i got pole on me
worry for a week, but it don’t matter ’cause that roll on me (ayy)
[verse 2]
good slide, told my b_tch the sh_t, made my b_tch the sh_t
i wouldn’t hit your b_tch, she’s too broke, this that expensive d_ck (yeah)
r.i.p. jeff, ballin’ heaven roof, we gon’ meet again
still rollin’, got it out the mud like a guinea pig
in the foreign with a lightskin and her conceited friend
same night, knock ’em both down, never speak again
p_ssy n_gga hatin’ on the gang, never seen a million
playin’ roles, take his top off like we deal wigs
yeah, f_ck every n_gga we don’t eat with (f_ck ’em)
all these n_ggas fake, they all hate, they all sneak diss (ayy)
pillow talk, talk down on they mans to a freak b_tch (lame)
when i’m the n_gga kept this sh_t a thousand on some g sh_t (ayy)
merry christmas, feelin’ like it’s christmas ’cause that tree lit
mama mad i’m at the family function with that weed scent
plus the 40 pokin’, she don’t know this just for defense
team man put that b_tch out in the cold, know she gon’ be sick, ayy

- rj lamont

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