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big six baby - lp rambo lyrics

[hook]
all you n*ggas b*tches in my eyes, i ain’t tell no lie
pull up with that fire you don’t bang step to the side
they don’t want no smoke they want a n0bel peace prize
we ain’t putting sh*t down over here that’s on my side
your main b*tch my side, i told her come slide
she ain’t wanna drive, she hit me with a bribe
point it at your eyes do what i want, you hypnotized
got no opps they hide, can’t find ’em when i ride

[verse one]
all you these capping, all for a reaction
hop out on the street them boys from laflin spraying rapid
they just do the yapping, we do the attacking
on the block like dwight howard with the f*ckin’ magic
yeah i got my tool, like inspector gadget
don’t die over a patek, you know them n*ggas had it
don’t let this sh*t get drastic, ar with 2 attachments
we spray at yall in masses, i ball out like t haddish
we active, yall n*ggas say yall active
tec on me now i’ll hack sh*t, might not be built for the rap sh*t
with no makeup on she a catfish, gang in this b*tch going bat sh*t crazy
we ain’t on sh*t? you bat sh*t crazy
100 round sh*t you can catch this 80
[hook]
all you n*ggas b*tches in my eyes, i ain’t tell no lie
pull up with that fire you don’t bang step to the side
they don’t want no smoke they want a n0bel peace prize
we ain’t putting sh*t down over here that’s on my side
your main b*tch my side, i told her come slide
she ain’t wanna drive, she hit me with a bribe
point it at your eyes do what i want, you hypnotized
got no opps they hide, can’t find ’em when i ride

[verse two]
money be all that i think about if it’s bout money i won’t have to think it out
they say ”it’s hot, veli what is the mink about?”
i say ”i’m cold as a b*tch, so don’t single out me”
lame n*gga still wanna bring around beef
he might be g*y, why he thinking bout me?
go ask your b*tch why she singing bout me
4 nickle, i just might bring about 3
she said she feel like she ordinary
crazy what she doing for a penny
pack your sh*t move to the cemetery
lp the rambo gang mercenary
moving sh*t we be transporting heavy
tommy gun that sh*t extraordinary
throwing shade, n*gga you know you petty
you won’t pop out, we know you scary
i won’t hit if she won’t let me record her, she say i’m mysterious that’s just my aura
tip of the mac just got hotter than florida
i spun and then got him but not in that order
talking bout show her more love and i’m counting my blessings so don’t tell me what you need more of
catch a opp then take a flight out to bora
i’m eating so good man, the food getting tore up
[hook]
all you n*ggas b*tches in my eyes, i ain’t tell no lie
pull up with that fire you don’t bang step to the side
they don’t want no smoke they want a n0bel peace prize
we ain’t putting sh*t down over here that’s on my side
your main b*tch my side, i told her come slide
she ain’t wanna drive, she hit me with a bribe
point it at your eyes do what i want, you hypnotized
got no opps they hide, can’t find ’em when i ride

- lp rambo lyrics

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