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unusual niggas - ralo lyrics

[intro: ralo]
ay, i go by the name of ralo famgoon alright (famgoon)
ay jay fizzle, what’s up jay
in paper route famgoon business, listen

[verse 1: ralo]
i pull up on yo block get some sh-t cost a million dollars
got a million partners that’s about a million choppas
we don’t give a f-ck who you is, anyone can get k!lled
they keep on telling me chill, i don’t know what that is
i might just turn up fonem, this club get shot up fonem
don’t you f-ck with jay fizzle, that little n-gga my man
did that paper route business, anybody can get it
a b-tch can’t come in my spot, unless she gon’ let me hit it
hold up wait let me in it, i didn’t tell you i’m finished
i thought that i was in the gray the way these b-tches been beggin’
i get more mouth than a dentist, move more weight than a gymnast
move more trees than some timberlands, i got more homer than simpson

[chorus: ralo]
i do not pick up my phone, unless they talking ’bout money
and if they talking ’bout money, you can tell ’em i’m coming
we do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some n-ggas
don’t confuse us with n-ggas, we ain’t no usual n-ggas
i do not pick up my phone, unless they talking ’bout money
and if they talking ’bout money, you can tell ’em i’m coming
we do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some n-ggas
don’t confuse us with n-ggas, we ain’t no usual n-ggas

[verse 2: jay fizzle]
i don’t play with no guns, i might shoot me a n-gga
pop the roof off a n-gga, pop the tooth out a n-gga
i just bought a brand new choppa plus my coupe got no ceiling
my old lady seen my car and said my roof the one missing
ay, pull up in a million dollar coupe i got my shirt off
million dollar n-gga b-tches quick to take they skirt off
ralo and jay fizzle tossin’ b-tches at the [?]
ballin’ with a stick, like a n-gga playing baseball
car like transformers, they be transforming
this a new phone, my b-tch too foreign
your b-tch too boring, your b-tch too boring
a hundred thousand out the trap and they get known to it

[verse 3: key glock]
you ain’t talking ’bout money, you ain’t talking ’bout nothing
n-gga with a att-tude, i feel like i’m from compton
double g’s on my buckle, vvs on my knuckles
hustle hard till the sun up, on the block like mutombo
steady stacking these commas, hundred racks stuffed in my c-nts
n-gga get shot if you mumble, and i put that on my momma
i got sauce lasagna, gucci shirt anaconda
choppa kick like a punter, i do this sh-t like [?]
ralo famgoon my brother, stacking these chips like russell
choppa sing david ruffin, ferragamo on no cuffing
ralo famgoon my brother, stacking these chips like russell
choppa sing david ruffin, ferragamo on no cuffing

- ralo lyrics

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