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rj lamont - what up rj lyrics

[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 lyrics

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