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blue shorts like john cena - lp rambo lyrics

[hook]
big rack count of course, your time has ran it’s course
now move up out the way before i leave you on the floor
i count it like a dork, poke n-ggas like a fork
build the block like handy mandy build the squad like fort
smoke him like a port, pull back till that sh-t sore
i’m higher than a b-tch like i sparked up at the port
right now i’m in some shorts, like john cena blue shorts
bullets through the door, that sh-t gone make you pour

[verse]
leave that boy slumped on the floor, i’m bout to send off some more
she treat my d-ck like the lord, i’m opening up heavens door
you catch me going on tour, that mean the glizzy on tour
how i blend in with the nightsky i’m in all black like i’m noir
give that boy nine, swear to god these hollow tips make him fly
all in the sky, we 30 deep so you won’t comprimse
best head inside, go out at night then you in for a right
homi on sight in the night cause that’s when the police is blind
ask me if the diamonds fake ask you if you been lost your mind
n-gga been ran out of time, blow you right out of your shine
grate the cheese up how i grind, might catch a boy over in pine
jesus please give me a sign, tell me that she will be mine

- lp rambo lyrics

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