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lp rambo & dd caine - sad street niggas & fuck trump lyrics

[hook 1:lp rambo]
we really run this city
and it’s funny how i ain’t even from this city
n-ggas stabbed in the back and i guess they got tired of my back
so they stabbed me in the eye, you street n-ggas getting sad
i will seriously put a wesson to all y’all n-ggas
talking bout the best, dorien would slaughter all y’all n-ggas
i got p-ssports i wanna hit j-pan
but they got a street n-gga travel ban f-ck trump

[lp rambo:]
marijuana odor, don’t want 6 i stole her
now he look for closure, it’s just his b-tch bipolar
my watch causing solar flares, can’t 1 on 1 we know you scared
ain’t no paper planes around cause ain’t no n-gga folding here
keep the police over there, run out the trap they know we here
they told his -ss don’t go in there lp shots have him overwhelmed
aye, i dove right into a foreign to a hood i’m banned from i’m going there
aye, i jumped right out of a foreign there that f-ck n-gga go we rolling there
yo’ trap house i smoked in there, my neck inhabits polar bears
aye,leave your wife around lp then that’s a whole affair
aye, all you n-ggas f-cking clowns you from the local fair
aye, they tryna stop lp from talking i’m too vocal there

- lp rambo dd caine

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