a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

What Up Rj Pt. 2 - Rj lamont Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: R rj lamont | Published: 2024-27-09T09:25:04:00+07:00

Lirikku.ID - What Up Rj Pt. 2 - Rj lamont Lyrics: Halo Lirikku.ID, Dalam konten ini, kami menyediakan chord gitar untuk lagu "What Up Rj Pt. 2 - Rj lamont Lyrics" yang dinyanyikan oleh Toton R rj lamont. Dengan chord yang disajikan, pemula atau penggemar musik dapat dengan mudah memainkan lagu ini dengan gitar mereka sendiri. Kami menyajikan chord dengan akurasi tinggi sehingga pemain dapat mengikuti alunan musiknya dengan baik. Juga, kami akan memberikan informasi tambahan mengenai lirik lagu dan mungkin beberapa tips untuk menyempurnakan permainan gitar. Konten ini cocok untuk penggemar musik yang ingin belajar lagu baru atau bagi mereka yang ingin menikmati kesenangan bermain musik dengan gitar. Silahkan disimak What Up Rj Pt. 2 - Rj lamont Lyrics Berikut Dibawah ini untuk Selanjutnya.

[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

Saksikan Video What Up Rj Pt. 2 - Rj lamont Lyrics Berikut ini..

Random Song Lyrics :

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS BULAN INI