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rj lamont – what up rj كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: rmc mike]
hey, what up rj
unc mixed the soft with the hard and made a parfait
sippin’ on some red while gettin’ head by the fireplace
my lil n_gga ran off with the egg we in a car chase
militant with this ar pistol i’ll drop a fly
me and rio drunk two pints of red feel like i’m bout to die
you n_ggas drinkin’ carbonated lean that sh_t oxidized
i picked a pint of act over my b_tch that’s a compromise

[verse 2: rio da young og]
withdrawal, now drank and oxycontin now i feel alive
my b_tch gon’ call my phone in a minute, i think i’m bout to lie
n_gga said i can’t f_ck his b_tch, i think i’m bout to try
i just spilt a deuce of wock, i think i’m bout to cry
almost asked mike is he strapped, that’s a dumb question
she asked me was i strapped after i nutted, that’s a dumb question
preferably, i hope all y’all die with y’all bum asses
but don’t mind what i just said that’s just a suggestion

[verse 3: rmc mike]
white buffs with the pointers in em’ cost me seven racks
cuz dropped two grams in the pot and brought eleven back
i was told f_ckin’ off them percs burn belly fat
i need two pair of airforce 1s i’m bringing nelly back
psyche, i need all the js
a n_gga passed me a blunt of glue and he caught the fade
how the f_ck we make 25 racks and we off today
my doctor pulled up on me unexpected and brought some drank
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
i’m tired of drivin’ foreign sh_t i might walk today
b_tch i ain’t had no codeine, i can’t talk today
yesterday we played a condo, we in a loft today
thirty racks on me, i sold a half a brick soft today
me, mike, and louie need to be on the wall of fame
b told on c you need to be on the wall of shame
i’ll politely shoot you in your head twice and walk away
can’t no n_gga in flint f_ck with me if we talking pape

[verse 5: rmc mike]
sandpaper grip on my glock, walk you down with ease
free my n_gga c, real hustler he was housin’ fiends
i couldn’t even say my abcs and could pr_nounce lean
eleven thousand blues on the floor i gotta count these
d_mn, now that’s some stupid sh_t
the h_llcat is basic boy you gotta drop coupe the sh_t
knock a n_gga out then slice his neck with a crucifix
takin’ pictures f_ckin’ on your b_tch i got proof of it

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
why you think baby ghost quick to shoot, i taught him that
the rap scene died in 810, i brought it back
the perc 30s tried to beat my ass, i fought em back
b_tch i got a hundred racks on me, stop talkin’ back
take your b_tch on vacation to cali, buy her all the bags
she ain’t let me f_ck, took them b_tches back now she walkin’ back
b_tch called me ninety_nine times, i ain’t call her back
i think i fell in love with a rat, lemme fall back

[verse 7: rmc mike]
second hardest of the ghetto boys, n_gga free p
a n_gga come to flint and try to rap he gotta see me
the tips of my bullets same color as some kiwi
been sh_ttin’ for two years straight it’s time for a three_peat
backwood filled with exotic, this one to the face
runnin’ out of room for my kicks i need a bigger place
i upped thirty racks on my b_tch she ain’t have sh_t to say
cuttin’ dope in my mama kitchen gotta ditch the plate

[verse 8: rio da yung og]
it’s a regular sprite, drop a deuce of act now it’s exotic
beat a b_tch ass, then f_ck her raw mister toxic
got some sh_t in my pocket cover seven years of college
told my young b_tch i don’t eat p_ssy i’m on a diet
passin’ percs out i got the whole gang high i’m the pilot
b_tch you can’t drive the boat but you can ride it
nine thirties in my system, i think i’m dyin’
if you find a perc stronger than a blue i wanna try it

- rj lamont

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