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cinema - lp rambo lyrics

[intro]
(thank you cheri}
you know? naw, like for real (c’mon man)
it’s, it’s really tha cousins for real, for real, you know?
on bd, ha ha ha
know what i’m saying i’m from that go, i’m from the l but this sh*t, this sh*t coming like i’m from the south for real
this sh*t coming like i’m from dat raq but i’m really from that raq, you feel me?

[hook]
ridin’ with 4 matic, p*ssy, you don’t want no static
i done seen it all they tell me my life cinematic
i just find it crazy how that’s not even dramatic
close your eyes this pistol shine, magazine chromatic
she a six fanatic, she not into them schematics
so i’m on it automatic, got my tool like a mechanic
and my shooters they dynamic with them poles with no practice
b*tch, i popped too many flats i’m seeing words in italic

[verse]
b*tch i popped too many flats
paranoid that my twin gone stab me in the back
wastеd time on these n*ggas, i can’t gеt it back
spike boots, ’cause i visualize steppin’ on they neck
who is you? you not my skud, you not my brogodd, not my twin
when we locked in i was already seein’ the end
you got jealousy within, n*ggas aim for me again
see how i’m posted up with my nine, while i’m standing on my ten
don’t invite n*ggas over, b*tch, these n*ggas not my friends
my bae asked me, and i told her “i’ll do that sh*t again”
if that sh*t cannot bring 2wo back ain’t tryna make amends
lord forgive me in advance, if i catch him ima sin
don’t ask where my head go, tell you ask your dead bro
i don’t got no filter i don’t use them in raw joints
stretch sh*t, the rest it, n*gga callin’ h*ll of plays no ball, boy
smoke a leaf no fall, boy
huh, huh, you don’t want no war? well sh*t, b*tch i want it all, boy
three deep with wave and vito, west oaks mall, boy
my finger itchin’ don’t move fast, don’t draw for it
shoot a n*gga like point blank, i made him get on all fours
[hook]
ridin’ with 4 matic, p*ssy, you don’t want no static
i done seen it all they tell me my life cinematic
i just find it crazy how that’s not even dramatic
close your eyes this pistol shine, magazine chromatic
she a six fanatic, she not into them schematics
so i’m on it automatic, got my tool like a mechanic
and my shooters they dynamic with them poles with no practice
b*tch, i popped too many flats i’m seeing words in italic

[outro]
raheem is dead, somebody shot him
aye, be cool
(thank you cheri)

- lp rambo lyrics

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