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lp rambo – shooter dont take pics كلمات اغاني

[verse one]
i can’t decide if it’s demons or what looking at me
my mama cried she can’t see why her son never bout peace
she dont know i dont sleep cause i keep thinking bout beef
my brothers lookin’ up to me seen my lil bro play with my beam
i dont wear no tight jeans i’m gone keep tucking in my ting
even my basketball just bling i named that basketball billie jean
it’s young six im the murder king getting new guns i’m still learning things
ima overheat it i be burnin’ things, i put that p_ssy boy in surgery
you know bout what i get into you tweak this way we leave you dead
i remember in them parties drinking moonshine out the keg
you go humpty choppa dumpty, how you like your scrambled eggs?
most these motherf_ckers out here can’t even stand on they own legs
pop a perc start seeing red start shooting anyone with dreads
n_ggas helping get you up, just to push you off the ledge
lord get this evil out my head before them people feed me meds
if you ask me for some smoke put on a grin and tell him “yeah!”
out the bowl, scr_pe it clean
maybe it’s maybeline
see that boy, spray the ting cause n_ggas tried to play wit’ me
i dont f_ck with n_ggas cause them n_ggas used to hate on me
found out bro too hate on me, shake my head
[hook]
like oh you on some fake n_gga sh_t
they gone tell you bout how i be on some gravediggin sh_t
i been eating i just thought to say my grace for the sh_t
with my n_ggas we just gathered up and prayed with the stick
that’s real n_gga sh_t my shooter dont take pics
driving through the city smoking reefa needle at the end of the meter cause young veli speedin’, yeah yeah
n_gga tweaking then that glizzy speaking dont give me a reason i go demon shoot that sh_t a n_gga dead dead

[verse two]
representing for the lil’ n_ggas i ain’t with no chill n_ggas
boy my homies do not go a week and do not k!ll a n_gga
i was on my d_ck in broski house off f_ckin pills n_gga
spit that sh_t that’s real im bout to pop a f_ckin’ seal n_gga
say my name you die i dont give no f_ck about your deal n_gga
i dont really trust hoes take anything, b_tches might steal liquor
better not move a f_cking inch, we gone buss ya’ head stay still n_gga
young foolie with the f_ckin’ toolie i ain’t sweatin’ bout these lil n_ggas
free my f_ckin’ cousin he locked up for them scams, n_gga
have my other cuz’ blam n_ggas, best choice to use hands wit’ us
heard you lost who ran wit’ ya, i’d f_ckin be d_mned n_gga
hot sh_t when i land n_gga, pop right up

[hook]
like oh you on some fake n_gga sh_t
they gone tell you bout how i be on some gravediggin sh_t
i been eating i just thought to say my grace for the sh_t
with my n_ggas we just gathered up and prayed with the stick
that’s real n_gga sh_t my shooter dont take pics
driving through the city smoking reefa needle at the end of the meter cause young veli speedin’, yeah yeah
n_gga tweaking then that glizzy speaking dont give me a reason i go demon shoot that sh_t a n_gga dead dead

- lp rambo

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