SheLoveRj - Got Something To Say Lyrics

Niggas always got some shit to say, say it to my face
Me and bro, been in slots and loving niggas in the rain
I feel like Chris without my motherf*ckin' preparade
Huh, you ain't got a f*cking damn thing, we're not the f*cking same
And I slapped you in your shit, you a bitch
And I made your ass pick up upstate
Me and bro, I could ride around with them rude sticks
Ready to knock off a nigga, real quick
Gave your hoe a good time, now she won't come back
Niggas won't admit that I'm the king of the streets
Shawty say she want me all up in her sheets
Shawty want me to be loyal, but I belong to the streets
Baby, no, I'm a player, I hate in the streets
You know she love RJ and I'm on this fire beat
Got my shooters in the back, they ready to shoot
So let me know right now what you really wanna do
I bang on my chest like I'm the king of the jungle
I finally heard her mom, nigga was up in the tunnel
Man, I'm running from the dogs, I just released that
I don't think old rap will ever come back
But I'm here with my dawg, Chris, yeah, he a shooter
So let me know right now what you really wanna do
Ooh, let me know what you wanna do
Because my dawg, Chris, you know that he a shooter too
Yeah, you already know that
Ooh, yeah, you already know that
Ooh, ooh, you already know that
You know my dawg, Chris, yeah, he a shooter too
Niggas always got some shit to say
Say it to my face, yeah, bro
And then slide some lil' niggas in the ring
I feel like a bitch without my motherf*ckin' paper ring
Uh, you ain't got no f*ckin' damn thing
Wearing all the f*ckin' same shit
And I slapped you in your jaw, nigga, you a bitch
And I made your ass pick up all the sticks
Niggas stay in them tractors, ride around with them rude sticks
Ready to knock off a chick real quick
Ayy, let's get it, ooh
Ayy, talk to him, Chris
Yeah, ooh, ayy, talk to him, Chris
First thing on the plate, two to three
Busting out the straight in his ass
And his f*ckin' scope, he can't talk no more
Uh, uh, he can't talk no more
Uh, uh, he can't talk no more
And it's block two to three, bustin' through the door
Kickin' shit down like I'm a f*ckin' soldier
I'm a Vietnamese, talk shit down like Chinese
And it's chop up M&E's
Gave your hoe a good time, now she won't come back
Niggas wanna admit that I'm the king of the streets
Shawty say she want me all up in her sheets
Shawty want me to be love, but I belong to the streets
Ayy, you already know, she love RJ in the building
Let's get it, B-R-J