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rj lamont - abow pt. 3 lyrics

[intro: lil cuz]
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
what up, rj?
(you know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga)

[chorus: lil cuz]
bend it over, this ain’t “abow”
catch him walkin’ up in the crib, run up in his house
if a n+gga talkin’ crazy, boy, i’m quick to bl!ck you down
beat her doonies down, now she wanna go another round
bend it over, this ain’t “abow”
catch him walkin’ up in the crib, run up in his house
if a n+gga talkin’ crazy, boy, i’m quick to bl!ck you down
beat her doonies down, now she wanna go another round

[verse 1: lil cuz]
i’m in the stu’ trippin’, a hundred bl!cks
catch a n+gga ridin’ fishbowl, wet the whole whip
arp on my lap, b+tch, i don’t need tint
she blew me down in the whip, i just nutted on her lips
her n+gga trapped her in the crib, i done took her on a trip
in the masi’ high as h+ll, we done blew a hundred zips
ksubis off thе lows, tryna f+ck me off the drip
she’s tryna f+ck mе off my name, i done hit her in the whip

[verse 2: rj stay paid]
this ain’t “abow,” but all my n+ggas gettin’ lit
baby, bend it over, why you lookin’ sober takin’ sips?
and it’s heavy motion, ask them lil’ n+ggas is they him?
every show that i get booked, we back+to+back like twenty whips
pocket full of blues, she think that i’m a crip
designer junkies, all my n+ggas got the drip
the bl!cky on me and i’m walkin’ to the whip
come put it on me, baby, come on, let’s get lit
[chorus: lil cuz]
bend it over, this ain’t “abow”
catch him walkin’ up in the crib, run up in his house
if a n+gga talkin’ crazy, boy, i’m quick to bl!ck you down
beat her doonies down, now she wanna go another round

[verse 3: lil cuz]
bosses table, all my n+ggas trippin’, pull up in designer
yeah, boy, your b+tch with me, i told his ass, “come and find her”
bad b+tch, i got her ass done, but she ain’t no biker
four n+ggas, four bl!cks, b+tch, you know we in a striker
‘wood full of dead opps, i told bro i need a lighter
i told dukes, “you can’t meet her ’cause i know you ain’t gon’ like her”

[verse 4: rj stay paid]
smokin’ opp pack, tell them n+ggas come get up with us
all the hoes like, “abow,” tell them n+ggas they can’t f+ck with us
we had to pull up to the movie, hundred tucks with us
it’s twenty bottles, i got wocky, i’m like, “f+ck liquor”
ass fat, it move like water, then i must hit it
it’s just me, i told her bring another tuck with her

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