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rj lamont – talk crazy pt2 lyrics

[intro]
f+ck the fire, we got grease
it’s a wayne beat
b+tch, ha ghetto boy sh+t
rj always trippin’ man, rj always trippin’ man
hey
it’s pablo

[verse]
we don’t speak on opps no more cause they broke
i’m spitting straight drop, you could cook it on the stove
i’d rather make a play than have some p+ssy on the floor
i’m laid back but i could act boosie on a hoe
i’m on the edge, if a n+gga push me i’m on go
will this rap sh+t take me out the hood? i don’t know
i done touched a hundred k but back then i was broke
lil’ nasty b+tch say she got her friend on the floor
f color vs1 diamonds what i rock
i just scored a pint of techy, already found me a pop
i just kicked the door down, i had to find me a spot
i’ll love a b+tch forever if she buy me a glock
i’m riding grand cherokee with the rose gold trim
i’m finna slide down on a pack of hoes to go fishing
i don’t give a f+ck about what you done made, that’s yo’ business
type of n+gga to buy a brand new car just to smoke in it
ever since i threw these diamonds in my mouth, the hoes trippin’
do the speed limit, ride yo’ own lane, the road different
break a b+tch for everything she got, no pimping
ran in the crib, k!ll everything, left no witness
six chains on right now and i ain’t signing sh+t
i just might be single forever, i can’t find a b+tch
you n+ggas need to quit selling dope if you can’t buy a brick
cause i done made a hundred off the rap, n+gga times six
48 thousand on the watch, that’s time spent
my brother tapped in to the rap, n+gga times in
back in 08′ was getting high with my blind friend
i’m not taking one for the team, i want the fine friend
i f+cked on her like i ain’t have no p+ssy in a week
i hang with real shooters, they’ll come and cook you for some cheese
you want me to come and rap, well n+gga book me for some cheese
a lot of ice around my neck, i think it’s 17 degrees
get the load in, break it down, then move
n+ggas ain’t got no hustle, when it come to money they be clueless
i know a n+gga up 100 million dollars, think he jewish
i’m finna re+wrap my old school, make it blue+ish
pockets full with hundreds on me, old ones and the new ones
b+tch cut into me like i wanna f+ck, i’m a cougar
said i’m young but i can teach you some new sh+t, i’m a tutor
you ain’t never know i had the bl!ck’ cause i’m the shooter
stripper b+tch wanna f+ck me bad, imma spin her
sh+t i got a lot of pap’ with no kids, i’m a winner
getting money make me feel full, f+ck a dinner
lord forgive me for the sh+t back in the past, i’m a sinner
still will hop out and get on n+ggas ass, no pretender
hit the strip club, made that b+tch snow, no december
i help my city get back on the map, that’s no (?)
i’m still praying everyday i don’t die or go to prison

- rj lamont lyrics

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