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no biggie (wave flow 3) - lp rambo lyrics

[hook]
wait okay
pour up the drink and get faded, i’m balling hard yea i work on my fader
i put the wave on my back, he a hater he really gone hate when i flex on him later
i had to look at your givers and takers to realize you do not know what you be saying
life hit me hard as malone on the lakers i walk with a blank face it’s the undertaker
checking my phone like these n*ggas hit me they broke and i’m tryna get rich it’s no biggie, okay
i’m the hardest out my city, i don’t care who do and who do not pick me
moving this bread like i work at winn dixie
missletoe weapon, my weapon give hickies
they wanna change me i can’t let em switch me
nothing but thc touching my kidneys

[verse 1]
i don’t do cuffing you cannot get with me
i got the pole if these n*ggas act fishy
ball like it’s houston, ain’t talkin’ bout whitney
n*gga this chop automatic but semi
amiri my jeans i do not own a d*ckies
won’t be that long of a wait if you with me
i want like 3 houses in every city
first one to tell you that life isn’t pretty
wait, okay
smoke cause the pain, i won’t feel it
let off 18 you just call me shake milton
can’t let em climb it so my stack is tilted
run out of lean i elle varner refill it
i don’t want nicki i wan’t keri hilson
i wan’t zendaya don’t want paris hilton
i don’t want thousands i want me some millions
just call me bill gates i want me some billions
sh*lls like a taco got straps like brazillians
ain’t of us all my n*ggas is real ones
flow always sick yea, i’m always the ill one
30s and 40s be ready to hear one
how they your opps if you never been near ’em?
i told my opps on my bro i don’t fear ’em
they don’t be saying nun’ i never hear ’em
sh*lls in his body the doctor can’t heal ’em
[hook]
wait okay
pour up the drink and get faded, i’m balling hard yea i work on my fader
i put the wave on my back, he a hater he really gone hate when i flex on him later
i had to look at your givers and takers to realize you do not know what you be saying
life hit me hard as malone on the lakers i walk with a blank face it’s the undertaker
checking my phone like these n*ggas hit me they broke and i’m tryna get rich it’s no biggie, okay
i’m the hardest out my city, i don’t care who do and who do not pick me
moving this bread like i work at winn dixie
missletoe weapon, my weapon give hickies
they wanna change me i can’t let em switch me
nothing but thc touching my kidneys

[verse 2]
wait, okay
i’m feeling down it’s okay though
i’ll spend my sorrow all day at rodeo
after that, i’m smoking weed in barbados
molding these n*ggas i’m whipping up playdough
i got options so i chose the new draco my ideas of winning unlimited pesos
opps shooting at me i told ’em i can’t go
shorty a stank though, get out my face though
burnt rubber aroma
no high school diploma
sleep on these n*ggas put me in a coma
n*gga want smoke but he know i’m a stoner
i give him shots just for free like a doner
shorty so bad that i wish i could clone her
pack got me coughing they think i got ‘rona
do what you want told that girl i don’t own her
mary jane talking, think i gotta phone her
i’m the hottest out my city
the neighbors stare my bl!ck like it’s pretty
it’s in the box it’s the logo for glizzy gang on my brother swear i feel like shy glizzy
i don’t do percs no more they get me dizzy
don’t want a xan that’s why my brother not with me
shorty untied i think she tryna trip me
i’m thinking bout jugging somebody come get me
[outro]
(i put the wave on my back he a hater he really gone hate when i flex on him later)
(i had to look at your givers and takers to realize you do not know what you be saying)

- lp rambo lyrics

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