
not guilty - rj lamont lyrics lyrics
[verse 1: 9000 rondae]
i can see you boys p+ssy, with no eyes
i can hit that b+tch p+ssy, with no [?]
why you n+ggas got love for getting locked down?
topside, now my n+ggas driving droptops
summertime, heard n+ggas getting dropped now
sun out, gun out, how i ride around
when i come around now, never hear a sound
soon as a n+gga leave, something went down
what’s going on? what you need? why you call my phone?
you bullsh+tting, quick to hit you with the dial tone
i heard you slip and slide down, send that n+gga home
don’t gotta ask, ’cause they know what my n+ggas on
how you n+ggas wanna play it?
you really want smoke, or that even what you saying?
sun out, gun out, can’t be another dead
i know the deal coming in, til then, i ain’t playing
[chorus: 9000 rondae]
i know the boys on [?] block, looking dead
ain’t worriеd ’bout a n+gga, it’s the hook on my head
i just want me [?] that’s gon’ gеt me [?]
and if them boys getting not guilty [?]
and pray the lord with you now, not guilty what they said
[?] sh+t on his head
[?] play with it when you get them, get fed
and you can lay with them, n+gga, come and make your bed
motherf+cker
[verse 2: cash kidd]
i can’t f+ck without the head
hear the softest n+ggas talk the most sh+t, call them tedd
was a young n+gga, riding round on the [?]
looking for [?] with my mans
now i’m looking for a plug, on that sh+t
in another n+gga city, with another n+gga b+tch
i’m like a snowman, these karots come with a stick
thought i told you, on my mama, i am not a f+cking l!ck
n+gga, eh
been [?] all day, fire fire
hit your b+tch and [?] michael myres
put that heat to his shirt, like a dryer
slide down with that pole like a firefighter
yeah, all this weed fogging my buffs up
white sticks [?] stuck up
just hit a famous b+tch on the hush hush
eh, broke ass boy, shut the f+ck up
b+tch, you told me you love me, i know you ain’t mean it
she f+cked a rich n+gga, now she tryna act conceded
drive down your block unannounced, we might cheese it
had to go and get it, n+gga, i got tired of dreaming
just f+cked a rapper lil b+tch, and i had her singing
yeah, if a n+gga ain’t 100, you can’t forse it
in the stu, b+tch, i’m geeked up like [?]
in the field with them swipers like dora dora
push me, ’cause i’m close to the edge, it’s like [?]
eh, remember going to school wearing fake [?]
yeah, now i go to sleep on fake titties
make her scream, now her new name is sindi
eh, n+ggas keep calling private
making all these death threats, n+gga, k!llers move in silance
n+ggas know i keep that cannon with me like a pirate
on the road with that bag on me like i’m hiking
[chorus: 9000 rondae]
i know the boys on [?] block, looking dead
ain’t worried ’bout a n+gga, it’s the hook on my head
i just want me [?] that’s gon’ get me [?]
and if them boys getting not guilty [?]
and pray the lord with you now, not guilty what they said
[?] sh+t on his head
[?] play with it when you get them, get fed
and you can lay with them, n+gga, come and make your bed
motherf+cker
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