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lirik lagu rj lamont - what up rj pt. 2

[intro: rio da yung og]
[enrgy made this one]
what up, enrgy?
[rj always trippin’ man, rj always trippin’]
we know that, d~mn!
yeah, ghettoboyz sh~t, n~gga
(what up enrgy, it’s rio, legendary sh~t, n~gga)
free big p, n~gga, free c
[rj always trippin’ man, rj always trippin’]
[enrgy beats]
i know!
[verse 1: rio da yung og]
rj, why the f~ck you always trippin?
had to call the opps like ”why the f~ck y’all always slippin’?”
yeah, i just hit my favorite stripper
the only reason she let me f~ck, cuz i always tip her
when i got them 30’s in me, i be talking different
when i got that .30 on me, i be walking different
ten racks on his head, now he dead, i just bought a n~gga
i done shot a couple n~ggas in the head, never fought a n~gga

[verse 2: rmc mike]
dior t~shirt on my back, yeah the cloth expеnsive
yo n~gga really broke as hеll, but he talk expensive
d~mn, i can’t find no drank, guess i got to cough to get it
batteries went dead in the whip, i’ll walk to get it
locked in the booth with rj, we on platinum time
yeah i sell dope, but charge more if it’s after nine
in the hood with cake, i hit the road with the apple pies
i ain’t want to knock his head off, but he passed the line

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
twelve racks for the plain submariner, what y’all rolly cost?
eighty seven thou~ for the beamer, what y’all oldie cost?
don’t get to talking about no money fore’ i f~ck, you gone throw me off
made a quarter million now this b~tch wanna show me off
i ain’t blowing no money on you, you can blow this d~ck
riding around with my gangster b~tch, she wanna hold the stick
walking around with twenty~thirty racks, i’m so legit
i love the way the drank make me feel, i don’t wanna quit
[verse 4: rmc mike]
mix the wocky with the snot, call it “thug potion”
girly p~ssy really wasn’t sh~t, we had a dull moment
p~ssy lips longer than a b~tch, you can tug on it
police n~gga ratted on his mans, threw a bug on him
private session with my dancing b~tch, threw a club on her
at truth in the back, get high with the club owner
b~tch sucked the skin on my d~ck, got a dub on me
creep up on you with the .38, put the snub on you

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
spent eleven~some thou~ for the rio piece
my other chain a dub, gary said give him three more weeks
i’m running up some dog~sh~t, i don’t need no sleep
hundred shots on the plr, i’ll clean yo street
just popped a n~gga up close, got to clean my heat
b~tch, we riding in a rolls royce, better clean yo feet
the only flint n~gga in a phantom can’t be lowkey
if i can’t find no wock, i’ma cee lo green

[verse 6: rmc mike]
if i can’t find no red, i’ma drink patron
pouring everybody else a cup, i can’t drink alone
riding with my white b~tch, i told her “cut the beatles on”
we on our way to church, she like “bae, please leave the pole”
catch you slipping at the stop sign, i’ma drop everything
i ain’t start popping perc 30’s until barry came
f~ck love, the only b~tch i f~ck with is mary jane
f~ck your jeweler, we got vvs’s in every chain
[verse 7: rio da yung og]
mike blowing cigarettes in a quarter~million dollar car
(catch a n~gga slipping at the light)
that’s a quarter~million dollar bar
b~tch, cause i’m legendary, oh you out of pape? i’ll see you in february
you n~gga’s tax time ballers, this embarrassing
every pair of force shoes, question is, what pair i’m in?
i don’t ever speak to hoes i hit, i just stare at them
me and yo n~gga ain’t the same, no comparison

[verse 8: rmc mike]
hundred racks in dubs in the yard, cause i buried it
my b~tch got so much ass back there, i got to carry it
i be with some drank every day, i should marry it
p~ssy good as f~ck, but she black like harriet
if you want to hit that road, we hiring drivers
extra hundred~k for the whip, this b~tch carbon fiber
shot the plr just once, bet it start a riot
i don’t know the right way to love, and i’m tired of trying

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