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beautiful payne - rj payne lyrics

beautiful payne lyrics
intro:(jag)
yeah
i had to cough right quick
im hitting that blunt
rj payne what up n*gga?
this what they didn’t want
this that legion of doom sh*t
yeah
ay look

verse 1 (jag):
jag
people tell me im too real
i just got a new deal
music came from a new feel
i learned to never talk about my hood like welcome to “whoville”
im too ill
i told em to kick it i need a shoe deal
facts
tipsy and loaded bet i could shoot still
side n*gga, sleeping in n*ggas bed on my drew hill
with they main b*tch
doing train flips
like who you came with?
we on that gang sh*t
twenties, neighborhood sh*t shout out the whole gang
n*gga too high
jag sounding like 2pac with the nose ring
passing out work to my people yeah the whole thing
i let it fly i hit the block up like its soul train
used to be selling o’s
and its brazy these labels be selling souls the way these pimp n*ggas selling hoes
i hit the club im letting every girl loose these n*ggas trippin
n*gga drippin like some jerry curl juice for real
so n*gga please don’t try me i seen the best try
you get it? anybody could get i seen the best die
n*gga test i? and you gon’ see how slugs from the tec fly
i even got my own geek squad i got that best buy
jag, you got a gang put your whole gang in the ground im like gang where?
ya’ll dead n*gga who’s banging it now?
my whole squad mute ain’t a n*gga came with a sound
i picked rap for a career and that sh*t it came with a crown
its jag
verse 2 (rj payne)
check
im droppin’ pain, look like its rain from the clouds
this that human cocaine you can’t explain to a child
i’m flammable propane ain’t no changing my style
b*tch i got married to the game without exchanging a vow
lord jesus, i cut n*ggas short give em’ all caesers
f*ck yeah, we pickup they career with the small tweezers
bl!ck buster, you all d*ck suckers and ball eaters
bird call, knock the fur of ya dog call peter
sh*t i’m marcus graham
it’s big business when i talk to tan
was hitting b*tches in that dark sedan
splitting swishers while i park the van
give me about six minutes to generate six digits this is my carlton dance
celebratory, h*ll of a story, they often said i’d be a felon by forty
they wrong
all them n*ggas dropping subliminal’s i tell em’ they corny
my heart bacardi dark you ain’t got enough melanin for me
n*gga, oh we who you mad at?
you out the loop then i’ll put three in your dad hat then dab that
its illegal to backtrack
this desert eagle you could probably see through my backpack now match that
they diggin’ me im visibly doper, first class flight to success sh*t’ll get me to oprah
that’s the bag, shout to jag once i get it, it’s over
my ego bigger than a midget with a chip on his shoulder
payne!

- rj payne lyrics

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