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lp rambo - hurting:me (6 flow pt.5) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(808 mafia) (yea, yea, yea yea)
(who?)

[verse]
when i aim this glock you better duck test your luck
claim you with the sh-ts might have to press you up, test your stuff
you ain’t from the streets you just not getting up, catch your bluff
right this second i am off a extra nug get ya up
flipping the work like a hardy boy, do you really want catch this tommy boy johnny boy
you leave your girlfriend round me i get naughty boy, you should have known better you so r-t-rded boy
not even sorry boy, icey cold hearted boy, my n-ggas come down your block like the army boy
uppercut n-ggas no we not strong arming boys, got so much beef that you think i was farming boy
i’m at your strip, i got the grip, you better cut n-gga better be swift
you not surviving you better be gifted, you n-ggas faking i bet it be scripted
ain’t wanna twist him, but he insisted, i had to risk it, but look i did it
make it real short like a midget, boy these bullets spinning like a fidget
i got the tool like a widget, play with them birds play with them pigeons
icey cold hearted, we get your section bombarded and then we start going r-t-rded
we get to sparking, we don’t argue we don’t quarrel, in the water we be sharking
police just pulled up, we out that b-tch boy we darting,who gone really get the farthest

aye, gyuh, aye, gyuh, aye, gyuh, aye, huh
aye, wow, aye, fow!, aye (graalaa) huh
aye, aye clout, aye wrist, aye, b-tch, aye, b-tch
aye, ayeee, aye, man

don’t ever call my sh-t mumble rap cause that sh-t make me start popping like bubble wrap
i’m only not k!lling n-ggas because of rap coming at me i might find where your brother at
and if your brother not there where your mother at, i say that sh-t to your face i don’t mumble that
aye, run with the work i don’t fumble that,it could get cray royal rumble that, pause
snakes on my collar it’s a gucci collar, boy your f-cking diamonds worth 2,3 dollars
first started out tryna be like dholla, now a young n-gga like ”whos dholla?”
now i got fans that’ll shoot dholla, aye but i still f-ck with you dholla
n-gga on a level that’ll bruise dholla, enough bout dholla i’m changing the topic

i could be rapping bout money and b-tches and weapons and coming straight up out the trenches
i’m gonna rap about shooting and scoring the paint, i came straight up off the benches
shout out to my arm, that sh-t be my alarm
a n-gga in my house get caught, you know what’s going on
back with the best flow, hit a n-gga with the tec though, then a n-gga getting wrecked though
draw a n-gga sketch bro, where i’m from we neglect hoes, where i’m from we reject hoes
count that money make it stretch though, all this ice on my neck though
really what do you get though, huh

i came up like f-ck a b-tch, k!ll you, you a f-cking snitch
really you a f-cking b-tch ain’t popping nun ain’t bussing sh-t
one night ain’t no cuddle b-tch, leave a b-tch in rubble b-tch
stay up out my business please get up out my bubble b-tch

- lp rambo

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