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letra de losing my mind - rj lamont

[intro]
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
come on, now

[verse 1]
i’ll get a n-gga smoked like a hookah pen
underage, makin’ all these plays, i’ll duck the pen’
see this rollie on my wrist? no, i ain’t shakin’ hands
made to win, stone got locked up, thought they was safe again (what?)
then lil’ bro jumped off the porch, he got to poppin’ sh-t
droppin’ sh-t on a n-gga ass if he the opposite (yeah)
clean a n-gga block, the clip longer than a moppin’ stick
me, i drop bags and have them goons get on top of sh-t
lil’ n-gga, you ain’t never been a f-ckin’ goon
hundred bands sittin’ in this b-tch, don’t come up in this room
draco sittin’ in my lap, i let it sing a tune
denim crew, that’s what the hook said, ain’t evеn leave a clue
brick monеy but i’m only f-ckin’ with the weed
b-tch, you can have the whole ‘bow for free, you find a seed
hoes mad, they like, “daddy, find some time for me”
but right now, i’m too busy in the trap, can’t find the time to leave
like rockstars, all my skinny jeans high as f-ck
know i want an ap or patek, can’t make my mind up
mind stuck, once you send it up, it ain’t no goin’ back
all on instagram talkin’ beef, i ain’t doin’ that
i’m the type to see a n-gga, sack him like a quarterback
spend a couple racks with my plug and bring a quarter back
bought a couple straps in this club, don’t be recordin’ that
b-tch, you know i’m on parole, i gotta play it smart
caught an opp, his whip look like he ran into art
once these chopper bullets hit your sh-t, ain’t gon’ start
i’ll swing this b-tch back and forth like i was at a park
unc’ got that dog for the low, he think he petsmart
[chorus]
i’ve been losin’ my mind
i’ve been losin’ my mind
walk in the jeweler, get to losin’ my mind
walk in the jeweler, get to buyin’ all the ice out that b-tch, n-gga
don’t get confused with this grind
don’t get confused with this grind
come f-ck with me if you tryna get high
i need seventy for a three-five

[verse 2]
first goal was a fifty, second goal a hundred
call you bugs bunny ’cause when we see you, you runnin’
i hate when n-ggas talkin’ and they don’t know nothin’
they like, “d-mn, is he still swipin’ cards or he punchin’?”
me, i’m just chillin’, you know i’m one of the realest
if the feds ain’t see me down, i’d probably be up a ticket
but that’s would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, rollie still got them boogers
the biggs piece hittin’ too, this b-tch a real looker
after the club, i’ll probably stab out in a foreign car
fast car like nascar, jaguar, madagascar
plug talk, thirty for a chicken, make a hundred off
once a n-gga jump in this bag, ain’t no runnin’ off
canker shoes, 7.62s’ll knock your stomach off
might mix the louis with the gucci, we got all the sauce
might mix the louis with the gucci, this a different cloth
boy, you sick your b-tch cut you off and came and f-cked a boss
i put my fist up while i hit it, black power, n-gga
right after i jump up in it, take a shower with her
she suck me up, the water runnin’, spent an hour in it
she fell asleep and woke up like, “boy, you the realest”
[chorus]
i’ve been losin’ my mind
i’ve been losin’ my mind
walk in the jeweler, get to losin’ my mind
walk in the jeweler, get to buyin’ all the ice out that b-tch, n-gga
don’t get confused with this grind
don’t get confused with this grind
come f-ck with me if you tryna get high
i need seventy for a three-five

- rj lamont

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