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rambo - chyng diamond lyrics

[intro]
the greatest

[verse 1]
if i ask you a question, i been knew the answer
ain’t no need to be lying, why?
’cause that might trigger me, clip i’ma empty ’em
probable cause for a body, yeah
i know you broke and so is your bro
my dawg done already robbed him (brr)
suicide, suicide, suicide, ha
but always still down for a homi’, gang
i don’t want the stroke, only the nose
p*ssy n*gga, come slob me, yeah
and after you done using your tongue
i’m sending n*ggas to the lobby (woo)
while you was in heaven, i was collecting
getting rich like roddy (woo)
i only roll sevens and shoot mac 11s (gang, gang)
p*ssy n*gga, come try me (gang)
make ’em say, “ooh”, like hot sauce, blow a n*gga top off
money make wet, get my rocks off
boy, you ain’t gang, you knock off
charmin*ass n*gga, you that soft
don’t backtalk
gucci b*tch, rockin’ prada
still a original shotta
sleep real good like a toddler
’cause who gon’ do sh*t? nada
you chasing your mans, i chase dollars (ha, gang)
i’m, i’m rapunzel, i got my hair down to my ass, n*gga (ass, ass, ass)
thirty inches, but i keep a thirty pack, n*gga (pack, pack, pack)
won’t give no notice, you get cut off like my last n*gga (last, last, last)
real gangsta b*tch, don’t get it twisted, i got class, n*gga
beat a b*tch up like hard, they silly
wish a b*tch would is what i told the genie
i give demonstrations, these hoes don’t believe me (yeah)
i’m giving out tips since his hoes wanna be me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tches don’t check me, i check mate (i check mate)
how can i hate when i cannot relate? (can’t)
i’m making boss moves, i ain’t making mistakes
you paying his bills and i’m paving the way (baow, baow, baow, ha)
[chorus]
sports bra with the bl!ck, we call that fashion, hold up, wait, ayy (ayy)
i won’t trap no n*gga, i be trappin’, though (i be trappin’)
they let a big b*tch in the race and now i’m lappin’ hoes (now i’m lappin’)
and now they waking up each morning like, “what happened, bro? (gang*gang)

[verse 2]
what set you banging?
he’s not a baby, but i bet i change him (baow)
give me the green light and i rearrange him (baow)
i did not birth him, but i bet i spank him (baow, baow, baow)
dumb b*tch, you cannot play me
i see the bullsh*t, it ain’t no mistaking
i be so turnt up that they think i’m faking
might let off a hundred and watch ’em start planking (grr, ha, ha)
let’s have a contest, your best shooters ‘gainst my shooters (yeah, yeah, yeah)
we got it all, so don’t you come out with no rugers (yeah, yeah, yeah)
they wearin’ vests, so we aiming for medullas (aight, yeah, yeah)
these n*ggas rats, so text flock, put ’em the in the sewer (baow, baow, baow, yeah, yeah)
play these boys like an arcade
i’m a heartbreaker, bring the band*aids
keep three n*ggas like a french braid
i stay on they brain like a toupee, hey
sn*tch a n*gga up, no lipo
i’ma do ’em wrong, i’m right, though
beat the black off, no michael (yeah)
mean what i say, no typo (yeah)
all my b*tches same, they psycho (yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah)
blue 42, that’s a crip with a .40
f*ck all that talking, you bought it, then show me
she’s a hot head so i smoked her like dody
empty the clip, blow a kiss and reload it
get popped like pill, drip codeine
been with the sh*ts, i get it from my brodie
i got a plan for all n*ggas that owe me
i grab the lead and like paper i fold ’em, yeah
[chorus]
sports bra with the bl!ck, we call that fashion, hold up, wait, ayy (ayy)
i won’t trap no n*gga, i be trappin’, though (yeah)
they let a big b*tch in the race and now i’m lappin’ hoes (go, go)
and now they waking up each morning like, “what happened, bro? (gang*gang*gang, grrah)

- chyng diamond lyrics

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