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letra de black mail - rj lamont

[intro]
(coach me, joey)
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)

[chorus: coach joey]
i got so many b-tches, i could sell a few (i could sell a few)
if you ask me for some money, b-tch, i’m sellin’ you (get the f-ck on)
i’m a boss, i don’t ask, n-gga, i’m tellin’ you (joey, on god)
send that pape’ when i ask or i’m blackmailin’ you (on god)
i can pull up in a piece of sh-t and hit the baddest b-tch (i can)
i been gettin’ money since two-oh-ten, you can ask my friends (what up, though?)
you can ask them n-ggas back then how a n-gga played it (huh?)
stayed down ’til i came up, why these n-ggas playin’? (sh-t)

[verse 1: coach joey]
now i’m pullin’ up in what the f-cks? (yop), brand new bracelet, picked it up (yeah)
thirty pointers thanks to hutch (ah), i been countin’ up so much (swear)
i been chillin’ for a minutе, huh? (huh?), let me turn it up (yeah)
i could’vе signed the whole city if i wanted to (no cap)
i done lost so much and got it back
got a bad b-tch with her body sn-tched (woo)
i’m ducked off where the money at
what you make a year, i could double that (i can double that lil’ sh-t)
ayy, i got two hundred for a rainy day (no cap)
keep that yeah with that naw, it’s ’bout to rain today
[chorus: coach joey]
look, huh, i got so many b-tches, i could sell a few (i could sell a few)
if you ask me for some money, b-tch, i’m sellin’ you (get the f-ck on)
i’m a boss, i don’t ask, n-gga, i’m tellin’ you (on god)
send that pape’ when i ask or i’m blackmailin’ you (on god)
i can pull up in a piece of sh-t and hit the baddest b-tch (i can)
i been gettin’ money since two-oh-ten, you can ask my friends (what up, though?)
you can ask them n-ggas back then how a n-gga played it (huh?)
stayed down ’til i came up, why these n-ggas playin’? (sh-t)

[verse 2: coach joey]
i done made so many n-ggas rich and they done made me richer too
every n-gga with me got some pape’, they don’t know who is who
every n-gga with me got a chain, she don’t know who to choose
dracs inside, me and my guys, b-tches love the crew
b-tches love me ’cause i rap, so i f-ck ’em just for that
n-ggas ride around with n-ggas, sh-t, i ride around with straps
n-ggas hate me, that’s a fact, got that b-tch head in my lap
got two 40s like a drunk, say my name and they gon’ come

[chorus: coach joey]
look, huh, i got so many b-tches, i could sell a few
if you ask me for some money, b-tch, i’m sellin’ you
i’m a boss, i don’t ask, n-gga, i’m tellin’ you
send that pape’ when i ask or i’m blackmailin’ you
i can pull up in a piece of sh-t and hit the baddest b-tch
i been gettin’ money since two-oh-ten, you can ask my friends
you can ask them n-ggas back then how a n-gga played it
stayed down ’til i came up, why these n-ggas playin’?

- rj lamont

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