Correction Lyrics Road Running by BandGang Lonnie Bands

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(Ooh, RJ)
(I got exotic pack)
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)
Man

Hop on the 405 in LA, got a need for speed
n***a, meet me in the shh, I got a lane for beans
I'ma pour an eight of raw, I got a need for lean
Come 'round with this big uh like I'm Lil Cs
Open the floodgates, that water dirty like Katrina
I ain't gon' serve you, I'ma have my lil' n***a meet you
I ain't gon' rob you, I'ma have my lil' n***a eat you
I hit the b*t*h, when I saw her, I caught amnesia
I got n***as on the Vall', my n***as bleeding
I put the cats in your spot, n***a, like a cheetah
You wanna learn about the drug game, come and meet me
I could break it down to you, n***a, like a teacher

When I hit the road, I do that for my mama kids
When I'm in LA, I'm in a house up in the hills
I used to wanna play ball, now I wanna dеal
I used to want a hundred thousand, now I want a million
Sellin' dog on thе side to pay my mama bills (b*t*h)
We had to get it out the mud, sh*t, that's how we live
Tell my dawg tote the four-five Glock and I'll tote the SIG
My high-powered sh*t, I'll have my young dawg bust your head
All my young n***as, they Taliban (b*t*h)
I'll get your mans murked and then I'll shake your hand
You want an extra ten grams, go 'head, send a band
You want that white or that tan, tell me, my friend
I got that one chick, you hit it twice, it's still a ten

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