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road running - rj lamont lyrics

[intro: drego]
(ooh, rj)
(i got exotic pack)
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
man

[verse 1: drego]
hop on the 405 in la, got a need for speed
n*gga, meet me in the shh, i got a lane for beans
i’ma pour an eight of raw, i got a need for lean
come ’round with this big uh like i’m lil cs
open the floodgates, that water dirty like katrina
i ain’t gon’ serve you, i’ma have my lil’ n*gga meet you
i ain’t gon’ rob you, i’ma have my lil’ n*gga eat you
i hit the b*tch, when i saw her, i caught amnesia
i got n*ggas on the vall’, my n*ggas bleeding
i put the cats in your spot, n*gga, like a cheetah
you wanna learn about the drug game, come and meet me
i could break it down to you, n*gga, like a teacher

[verse 2: beno]
when i hit the road, i do that for my mama kids
when i’m in la, i’m in a house up in the hills
i used to wanna play ball, now i wanna dеal
i used to want a hundred thousand, now i want a million
sellin’ dog on thе side to pay my mama bills (b*tch)
we had to get it out the mud, sh*t, that’s how we live
tell my dawg tote the four*five glock and i’ll tote the sig
my high*powered sh*t, i’ll have my young dawg bust your head
all my young n*ggas, they taliban (b*tch)
i’ll get your mans murked and then i’ll shake your hand
you want an extra ten grams, go ‘head, send a band
you want that white or that tan, tell me, my friend
i got that one chick, you hit it twice, it’s still a ten
[verse 3: bandgang lonnie bands]
hold on, hey
i got that one chopper, that say h*llo to my little friend
hold on, n*gga
i’m with the real scarface, n*gga, already roll with the shred
huh, we’ll pull up on y’all block, cause an avalanche
n*gga, and the coroner’s coming, not the ambulance
huh, they was hoppin’ in that car like they got ants in they pants
man, these n*ggas was screamin’ like they was jagged edge

[verse 4: babyface ray & bandgang biggs]
i’m still on that sip, can’t quit, i just did a seal (still on it)
ghosts at the crib like it’s amityville (what the f*ck?)
babygirl sn*tch a n*gga soul but left her panties here
i’ma have my n*ggas pop out like your b*tch, n*gga, hand it here (give me that)
yeah, stuffin’ hoes in a rolls truck (boy)
pushin’ down ocean in the lam’, pushin’ doors up
shawty just work and go to school, but puttin’ ‘bows up (put that up)
rose gold presi’, this for soda, cost a whole one, b*tch (come on now)

[verse 5: bandgang biggs]
plug sent me in that red charger, black tint (yeah)
checked my pockets, found the cards, i was kinda sick
with seventy*three pieces, all counterfeit
i had enough on me to get a n*gga baby mama hit (whacked)
feds tried to turn me on my n*ggas, that’s a failed attempt (failed attempt)
did that time, got back out, i ain’t tell ’em sh*t (nah)
quarterback them plays, f*ck a raid, i can smell the blitz (smell the blitz)
and i’m right back on that money, i can’t call it quits
son gotta eat, baby mama need a house
i want this, i want that, that’s all that come out her mouth
i want head, i want neck, so i can’t complain neither
and that’s part of the reason why i stack them dead people
on the yard, i was big dog, honcho, jefe
n*ggas couldn’t touch me or it’s hammertime, baby (yeah)
kept a bl!cky close to me, do my own dirt (do my own dirt)
hit a n*gga twenty times, watch his body jerk
i had a cellphone in the feds, b*tch, them big facts (big facts)
them n*ggas know that i was playin’ with them big racks
and i ain’t call home askin’ n*ggas, “can you send me this?” (can you send me this?)
i just kept on writin’ music, sendin’ plenty pics
i been fightin’ demons, n*gga, rest in peace to angel (r.i.p.)
and rest in peace to dot, sick them n*ggas left you stankin’ (d*mn)
wish i had the glock, i would’ve never left you hangin’ (never)
i would’ve took that boy up top, i would’ve banged him (bah)
bandgang, i’m finna get it tatted on my stomach
just a detroit n*gga, you would think i play with drummond
like ben franklin was my pops, n*ggas know i’m so one hundred
feds tell you i ain’t cappin’, n*ggas know i really done it (uh*huh)

- rj lamont lyrics

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