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sasha son - lp rambo lyrics

[hook]
that boy would die behind his n*ggas if them other ones play
and he dont give a f*ck ’cause if it’s up then n*ggas get slayed
and if them n*ggas walk up on him, any time, any day
he gone bag a n*gga up please dont get in his way
his mama barely speakin to him ’cause of back in the day
he just smoke it away, he dont register pain
they call him veli he a villain he might show you a brain
that n*gga veli make it scary he bring fire like kane

[verse one]
you better listen to them n*ggas bettеr hear what they sayin’
that hardheadеd sh*t, that stubborn sh*t gone leave your ass layin’
ridin’ with felonies and felonies lil’ boy i ain’t playin’
i told my brother walk him down for me and no i ain’t payin’
my brother shane remind me of myself and i ain’t really f*ckin’ with it
big ass coat to hide the bl!cky walk outside i’m clutching with it
made him put the semi down he dont know how to function with it
he startin’ to act like he him, ima buss the n*gga
you better not play with sasha son, i dont even got my mind
lost that sh*t since way back, now i do not got the time
to sit and converse and with these n*ggas, only dyscaine my slime
big 2*4, 065, throwing sets by my sign
on laflin with a hitstick like madden, make him fly away like kravitz
i been carrying too much baggage, now i be out the srt swaggin’
n*ggas talking then what’s cracking? put him in a box he packaged
i’m with 13 and rabbit we just caught a n*gga on sabbath day
[hook]
that boy would die behind his n*ggas if them other ones play
and he dont give a f*ck ’cause if it’s up then n*ggas get slayed
and if them n*ggas walk up on him, any time, any day
he gone bag a n*gga up please dont get in his way
his mama barely speakin to him ’cause of back in the day
he just smoke it away, he dont register pain
they call him veli he a villain he might show you a brain
that n*gga veli make it scary he bring fire like kane

[verse two]
stick on top the glove compartment i’m a stain baby that’s facts
my bro been sippin’ on that drank that ain’t dusse that’s act
i’m a young prodigy like yak i got them trey folks on my back
we gone smoke before we come back you better walk with it, dont lack
i was walking back home i had my hand on that chrome
if he dont leave me alone i aim that sh*t at his dome
i texted him “im on a caper i can’t answer my phone”
if i dont call you back i’m dead, gone and sound the trombone
gone and spin until jesus come back that’s on god
i keep riding with that rod that’s no cap n*gga no flodge
hidin’ keys in the garage, hit a driveby all black dodge
throwing gang signs up high, praying to god i dont get mossed
i got my hand on that b*tton push it down n*ggas get downed
tryna swim with us might drown, might go missing and not found
plenty murder in my town and i involved in that crowd
b*tch i’m king skelly i’m king murder got blood up on my crown
and n*ggas starting beef but never tasted mine
i got the hottest beef around here i ain’t lyin’
i dont let the beef get cold it’s getting fried
she said she do not know me, p*ssy boy she lied
[hook]
that boy would die behind his n*ggas if them other ones play
and he dont give a f*ck ’cause if it’s up then n*ggas get slayed
and if them n*ggas walk up on him, any time, any day
he gone bag a n*gga up please dont get in his way
his mama barely speakin to him ’cause of back in the day
he just smoke it away, he dont register pain
they call him veli he a villain he might show you a brain
that n*gga veli make it scary he bring fire like kane

- lp rambo lyrics

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