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rj payne - keisha’s gun lyrics

[verse 1]
feel like i’m sittin’ on the best drugs
i’m in the kitchen cookin’, apr+n on, chef gloves
green money, red blood
big gun: tec slugs
small bullet: bed bugs
hollywood: red rug
hate a raid
razor blade
shotty still the size of alligator legs
split your potato, get your tomato sprayed
brains hangin’ out: chicken alfredo fade
hole in your face the same way a bagel made
new sh+t: fishscale
new whip: fishtail
john stockton how i shoot the rocket: ishmael
boatload: big bale
the coke flow
shakin’ like a snowglobe, the sh+t sells
i blow dope: inhale sour d
pushin’ chubb rock like i’m howie tee
bow to me
the hard white for sale but the powder free
found a key
got the music low, the weed loud as me
pound of tree
i made it out the hood, my n+ggas proud of me
i mean, shotty off the hip
bodies off the list
uh, ducati or the whip
molly on my d+ck
uh, tommy or the stick
time he’s gon’ get hit
n+ggas jump out the bushes on some jumanji sh+t
regulate
defecate: sh+ttin’ on these featherweights
leatherface
flame+broil beef: that’s a pepper steak
levitate: walkin’ on air, i’m at heaven’s gate
seven straight albums every year, no more section 8
gun hole
drum roll
pot work: gumbo
funds low?
.38 long come: dumbo
jumbo
i’m hittin’ everybody in the front row
jump ho
put this double pump where your lunch go
hands free
take your life, baby: that’s a plan b
stan lee: for every book i write, you get a gram free
scam free
to book my services it’s a hunnid band fee
if not, nick cannon drum: you get the whole band free
symphony
infamy
[piff?] gave me epiphanies
sent for me
i’m snappin’ out, ain’t no matchin’ me mentally
[nef?] sent the track and i wrote the rap wit’ a century
bars that should put me in back of the penitentiary
criminal
general
cheap sh+t: seminal
pinnacle
bullets in and out: that’s a interview
in general
suck a d+ck and die, get the genitals
i’m clinical
i bought the mac+10 for all ten of you
it’s payne
[outro]
now if that ain’t bars, n+gga
you might as well just turn this sh+t off ‘cause it’s only gon’ get worse
i.c.c.t.4 n+gga, eimg
let’s go

- rj payne lyrics

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