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6 foot 5 foot - lp rambo lyrics

[intro]
evil empire, laughing all the way to the bank, ha ha ha ha ha ha
did your ass know it’s tha cousins?
ta ha!
(thank you, cheri)

[hook]
excuse my charisma, driveby out the sprinter
excuse my charisma, b*tch i know you not a listener
we the type to leave a clue for you to solve like riddlers
i just made 4k, now my mind a clearer picture
told the police don’t pat, you is not patricia
yes, i miss my homies, but i still won’t waste no liquor
yea, this nina black, yea, i tote a sister
vito bring them loose leafs i don’t want no swisher

[verse]
i want some dutches, know a n*gga talking sh*t in crutches
i could’ve scuffed him, i said i won’t do that sh*t in public
hе said it’s f*ck me, i might do that sh*t in public, f*ck it
but i’m too real, i said “i’ll see you when you hеaled, you lucky”
hey, follow that bl**dy road if you lookin’ for answers
light up my wood and pull for every time i gave n*ggas some chances
f*ck it all off, you did that sh*t every time, boy you welcome the slander
vito told me he can’t find him, like he the cure for cancer
filthied up my fanta, pole make him a belly dancer
naw, i ain’t did enough damage, so i had to cop me a new enhancement
aw it’s just you? don’t panic gang, just walk through that scanner please
i just told that b*tch that she ain’t getting none, natalie
n*ggas tryna start some sh*t with me, n*gga need a family
i got murder fantasies, think i’m cursed profanity
on his block all night and sh*t, just put a canopy
i move work, move calories, i go up, no gravity
my own twin wanna battle me, tell bro my pen got casualties
look at how this jewelry clean, a plus hospitality
tell that boppie get off me, she got thot mentality
when my n*ggas talk ’bout strategies, ain’t no morality
hold on, got my check, i throw my set
when i throw that sh*t they quiet, boy it’s quiet on the set
boy, don’t try that sh*t, you dying, flying, swear that sh*t a bet
don’t know why she talk, know she be lying, swear that sh*t a bet
[hook]
excuse my charisma, driveby out the sprinter
excuse my charisma, b*tch i know you not a listener
we the type to leave a clue for you to solve like riddlers
i just made 4k, now my mind a clearer picture
told the police don’t pat, you is not patricia
yes, i miss my homies, but i still won’t waste no liquor
yea, this nina black, yea, i tote a sister
vito bring them loose leafs i don’t want no swisher

- lp rambo lyrics

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