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letra de talking crazy - rj lamont

[intro]
aight, krispylife b-tch
(jay this sh-t too crazy)

[verse 1]
put the versace’s in a bag, i ain’t feeling these
i’m selling everything that, you can sell them things
i came up off rap and, methamphetamines
these n-ggas out here hamburger helper, ain’t got no real cheese

[verse 2]
now they broke they can’t show no sleeves
bro i’m tryna get rich, n-gga f-ck some z’s
i hit this b-tch for 30 seconds, the jizz hit my jeans [?]
bro sweeping out this b-tch on the family tree with mr. clean
she sn-tching all my rapper code i can’t feel the breeze
shot the hoe, shе was pregnant, i think i k!lled my seed

[verse 3]
ain’t beat my b-tch up in a minutе, i’m a peacemaker
slide down the opps block, like i’m a street skater
first 6 i ever drunk, i was a teenager
bullets hit and change his jacket colors like he craig sager

[verse 4]
keep yo coochie i just need head
shot a n-gga the other day, now i need dreads
heard you smoked- huh, f-ck, alright
i heard you smoked- yeah…f-ck

[jay this sh-t too crazy]

[verse 5]
you was riding for a rat who got you in this mess
i can tell that watch ain’t yours, it don’t fit your wrist
bro piece is hulk hogan, he can punch a jet
no i know i was done, but, had to punch my b-tch

[verse 6]
in the trap with some gucci’s and some nike techs
ion want no regular b-tch, i wanna spicy b-tch
i’m having withdrawals, i got to fight this chick
told detroit we need more tron not white boy rick
[verse 7]
2020’s a different year, i made n-ggas head shake
dog ran off, stumped his ankles ’til his legs break
i pulled over and d-mn near, caught a fed case
bro told me don’t shoot, but it was too late

[verse 8]
remember when i couldn’t pay the hoes to f-ck
guess what, yeah, i got the bread now
so don’t hit my taco bell, i’m passing sh-lls out
i’m from flint, f-ck with me the wrong way i’m giving lead out

[verse 9]
i heard your b-tch a freak, she giving head out
n-ggas keep tricking with these hoes giving bread out
i ain’t shoot it less it got a drum on it b-tch i’m giving legs out
i’ll smoke bomb your crib b-tch get the kids out

lil n-gga’s cap i’m beefing with lids now
b-tch, cause y’all all cap

- rj lamont

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