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stiff arm - rj lamont lyrics

[intro: rj lamont, cash kidd]
oooh rj, b*tch he already got that one
so? but i sound better saying it
oooh rj
money ain’t sh*t, catch a case, next day, bond out
pillow talking to these hoes, let me find out
lost bro and went crazy, sister like “calm down, n*gga”
f*ck what n*gga’s talkin’ bout, why you cuffin’ all my freak b*tches?
can’t believe n*gga’s, just like these freak b*tches, i don’t believe n*gga’s
got the heat on the seat with us, so today, i’ma do the speed limit

[verse 1: cash kidd]
n*gga, yeah, cause this whip got pills, credit cards, and fake id’s in it
and this strap got a thirty magazine in it
how ironic, cause i read n*ggas, i can see n*gga’s
ain’t bout that sh*t like thеy say they is
still eatin’ with my n*gga’s, since a bеbe kid
just made a play, and everybody that facetime me, i might up a role on em
motivation, no stunting, b*tch said “let me hold something” let her hold nothing
in the club, pole on us, short temper, long money, is y’all n*gga’s on something? let me know cause bro clutchin’
call me fred flintstone, cause i’m road*running, n*gga
yeah, aye, free tone, f*ck feds
nikki nikki round this b*tch wait til’ you end end up dead
got a potato on this b*tch like spud headz, and this b*tch come with a ladder like bunk a bed
aye, all this running through him, call that sh*t casper
heard you eat the p*ssy, i f*ck her then dip after
any beat, like whatever, like this fear factor
yeah, all these b*tches ride me like i’m mcfashion
n*gga, bad b*tches, i then have several
on the road to riches, gucci’s on the gas pedal
and til’ my whole team rich, i can’t settle
got that thunder on my side, like i’m ash ketchum, n*gga
a lot of something from a lil’ nothing
slide down a opp block, bout to drill something
fell asleep, woke up, this b*tch was still suckin’
dap my n*gga up, and that’s when sh*t got real funny
n*gga, that’s when sh*t get real bl**dy
my b*tch found a real dummy, she gone steal for me
aye, just be patient, bro them m’s coming
[verse 2: cash kidd]
i got five bands on me right now as i’m speaking
if i put it on your head, watch yo man’s, cause he need it
get a opp address, and chop it up, like i’m eating
stay strapped, two sticks on me like i’m skiing

bro watch that car, who is that, i never seen it, if it ride down this block one more time, we gone cheese it
b*tch gave me her heart, and i broke it, i didn’t mean it, i’m so sorry, my heart cold, these streets turned me to a demon
got my phone on airplane mode, sorry i ain’t taking calls
grinding, no days taken off, how ironic, now i’m taking off, huh
how ironic, told my pops he made a boss

don’t call me if i can’t call you, when i take a loss
she on me cause i’m in the spotlight, like i’m off
riding hot with that bag on me, b*tch i’m santa claus
i wish this n*gga jimmy stop passing me blunts, i’m already fried

she wanna f*ck, but ain’t suckin’ no d*ck, then nevermind
and if you steal from me wiper, i can’t let you slide
and sh*t’ill stack and make your b*tch feel like my stock like my valentine
i been through this everytime, bro said you ain’t never lie

you need to calm down, all these bad hoes f*cking for a shout*out
and when i say “i ain’t punching cards” i ain’t clock out
i’m in this [?] gettin’ wiped out
this b*tch without strap, let me find out. ladder on that pole, knock your lights out
aye, get your friend, b*tch i’m giving tryouts, and you know i’m on that paper like some white*out
aye i got a bankroll on me, my b*tch got one too, i’m the reason yo b*tch crib ain’t got no junk food
yeah, kicking game like kung fu, and then i made her take a hike, huh, b*tch hut two
yeah, i just gave a groupie b*tch a stiff arm, making plays through the city like i’m big warren
hit yo man’s hoe, now it’s yo b*tch turn, heart cold as a b*tch but my hip warm
me and bro playing roles, when will this b*tch learn
just gave another groupie b*tch a stiff arm, aye
i just gave another b*tch a stiff arm, aye

- rj lamont lyrics

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