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lp rambo – face كلمات اغاني

[hook]
got a diploma for smoking them opps and causing aromas
b_tch tried to tell me to phone her i said i would phone her when i got a b_n_r
she was like “n_gga you lame you don’t wanna do sh_t, you always a loner”
baby i don’t got a heart so you out of luck if you need a doner
i ain’t no medical worker was serving them birdies my wrist started hurtin’
swear to god boy i just counted up 30 i pull up i’m shooting it’s given like curry
lil’ b_tch i knew you was dirty i knew that your ass was a thotty who didn’t deserve me
truly, how dare a b_tch curve me like i ain’t the face of the gang and lil’ n_gga you heard me

[verse one]
i just scooped keila i’m swerving to get to the spot and she said “man you gassing it”
said he a k!ller i said “bro you gassing it” you know my stick it be black like a activist
mama said what’s in the fridge, i told her it’s kool_aid really i’m knowing it’s activis
if you ain’t doing it, why is you rapping it?
he tryna quarterback but i be sacking sh_t
woah (phew!)
n_gga don’t want no smoke gone see how that go
it’s progressive like flo
n_ggas my sons, they had to bite off my flow
i already know, n_ggas broke
so my circle ain’t open it’s closed
i’ll be there in like 10 if you close
flash the bl!ck like a picture don’t pose
and i tell my lil brother don’t smoke
cause you seen what that did me , ain’t it?
whip on the footage i got to repaint it
biting my nails cause a n_gga be anxious
cliqued up like a free mason, not with the devil sh_t we with the gang sh_t
play right here then i leave him brainless he on that k!ll sh_t i’m on the same sh_t
[hook]
got a diploma for smoking them opps and causing aromas
b_tch tried to tell me to phone her i said i would phone her when i got a b_n_r
she was like “n_gga you lame you don’t wanna do sh_t, you always a loner”
baby i don’t got a heart so you out of luck if you need a doner
i ain’t no medical worker was serving them birdies my wrist started hurtin’
swear to god boy i just counted up 30 i pull up i’m shooting it’s given like curry
lil’ b_tch i knew you was dirty i knew that your ass was a thotty who didn’t deserve me
truly, how dare a b_tch curve me like i ain’t the face of the gang and lil’ n_gga you heard me

[verse two]
smoking on gas this sh_t could fill up a sp_ceship
feel like i’m on a d_mn sp_ceship i told my dawg to watch how he laneswitch
that boy in surgery and we who shot him, i told my dawg he better not make it
naw, no games on my phone cause i’m not one to play with
i’m on the l i’m screaming free keto
i’m in the o i’m linking with vito
we link with wok and now we the beatles
baby 9 on me that sh_t on me evil
blunt in my beanie, like i’m like sigel
no i can’t pop out it’s too many people
mama said “stop, what you doing illegal”
boy what i smoke ain’t no regular diesel

- lp rambo

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