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lp rambo - tha block is hot lyrics

[intro: rabb]
let’s gather around, gather around, okay, okay
today, it’s your favorite rudeboi rabb, the hoes call me cheri
and i’m back at it to give you a story of the web of life
now, some of you guys are probably asking me “what is the web of life?”
ah, good question, let me give you an answer
let’s say you get a girlfriend, right?
you get a girlfriend but you lose the girlfriend due to not giving her enough attention
and let’s say you get another girlfriend, but then you lose that onе to someone overly doing things for hеr
you already lost one to lack of attention, and you one to your underappreciation
(thank you, cheri)
and let’s just say they both came to me
now they’re linked with me and that’s the web of life
and the same thing for you bum n_ggas, that’s been doubting lp rambeezy

[hook]
veli is you on payroll?
just stain gang, n_gga
veli, when you say “kaydoe” that’s gang slang n_gga
oh, it’s tucked in your draws?
i’m on the same thing, n_gga
oh, you really get off?
then let your chain hang, n_gga
the block is hot, the block is hot
i’ma send my cousin to fye up your spot, what’s hot is hot
you not like thot what’s not is not, what’s not is not, nah nah
plus i got the drop, finna dry up your snot, ha ha, ha
[verse]
straight off the block, guns in my hands, i know no end
like a shot clock, pull quick my friend, avenge my mans
b_tch, i’m schemin’, posted, callin’ up my bro, b_tch
he got a new pole, i said “when you’ll let me hold this?”
you p_ssin’ me off, let me focus
24 talk, you won’t know, it’s encoded
walk down a n_gga, b_tch i’m a foot soldier
he almost ran off at first but he slowed it
sk gang, you speak on bro and then demons come b_tch, vonte know it
ambulance comin’ like fema come, we the ones, might as well quote it
i’m swingin’ from blocks like peter, son
shoot all your dogs make peta come
i just waked, tryna choose which weapon today but either one
arps and sh_ll catchers, you better mj beat it, son
ask his mama, tell him stop that net make me delete your son
you know it’s over, no need to run, them bullets is hot like fevers, son
i told keila “it was me or him” and i couldn’t be the one
fly overseas with this visa boy, in london with v to see the sun
b_tch, they callin’ me six, i’m heat lebron
i know you a l!ck, you a easy one

- lp rambo lyrics

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