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[Intro] RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man Damn, Matt, this one's too hard Damn, JakeSand [Chorus: Jugg Harden] Keep the FN, We the best friends Bitch shiesty, she the type to fuck your best man I need half up front and the backend I was 17, we had act in Im not a rapper, take that chain off If i point, lil' bro gon' blow your brains off Walk em' down, jump in the track and then we skate off I put jewels up in chains like I'm Adolf [Verse: Jugg Harden] I been in my bag, i guess that's why niggas don't like me I got bitches begging, hearting please can you wife me If I get indicted, same bitches ain't gon' write me I need all the switchеs, standard glockies don't excite mе What you pop, that's like a .3 or sum? My bitch got a bad bitch, she think she me or sum You shot the block, bitch you ain't leave nothing I hope he say his prayers cause my beam is coming I'm in a coupe, yo' lil' hemi cute I don't trust a bitch cause Eve ate the forbidden fruit You pillow talk the hoes, man we can get the scoop I fuck a bitch then ask her what she finna do She know I'm heavy Hoes hate you cause you petty Heard they let me up in Cali That's my old bitch, Sally She gon' brag and say she had me Nigga barely "I see you coming up Jugg" Nigga clearly You see the lifestyle, you see the jewelry Them niggas weird, please don't let them niggas near me I'm my momma golden son, just like I'm Gary I don't do shit for all my hoes, I treat em' fairly Couple years ago, me and my niggas drunk all the (?) I don't like her sex, the only reason you got her back I don't know this bitch, she just fell right in my lap Everyone seem opps, when there money on your hat When I get a million, they gon' say its Illuminati Put curses on my opps, murder in ink like Irv Gotti She can't be up in this house if she ain't fuck nobody You not the guy they call when its time to catch a body [Chorus: Jugg Harden] Keep the FN, We the best friends Bitch shiesty, she the type to fuck your best man I need half up front and the backend I was 17, we had act in Im not a rapper, take that chain off If i point, lil' bro gon' blow your brains off Walk em' down, jump in the track and then we skate off I put jewels up in chains like I'm Adolf [Outro] RJ always trippin' man, RJ always trippin' man Damn Matt, this ones too hard Damn JakeSand
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- RJ Lamont