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scary hours - lp rambo lyrics

[hook]
balling like terrance
.57 wearing and tearing
the hoes y’all be scary, i don’t be caring i care then it’s barely
you can find some of these hoes in the clearance
got some nerve to ask for sh*t, you was just looking so average
i’m in the back with the battle kit, better repick who to battle with
hopping out hooping like gilbert arenas
my bro not in public he ducking subpeonas
bring out the mops like we work for the cleaners
bluе and white ring like the logo for bеamers
you cannot see if they steal off for nothing, ain’t steal off or nothing just shot you to leave ya
light up a blunt i ain’t peel off or nothing, just hopped in the function ain’t n0body peeping
[verse]
yeah it’s a manhunt
leave a n*gga skunked
ligament flew off with the pump
then i’m getting runtz
i think i’m missing some, i think i’m missing some
she said she missing me i know she tryna trick her some
free keto out the cell if he don’t get out i’m tweakin’
you brought your gun you think we talking sh*t out? stop speaking
i be high and low smoking on some thrax even now i’m wreaking
you tryna keep up even right now i am not peaking
oh you heavily vested?
when i be shopping with brodie he bless it
do not disturb on my phone so don’t text it
i ain’t gone see your sh*t unless i check it
i told her get off my sh*t hoe you pressing
put that red dot on his face like a blemish
point at his face, he better help brodie locate the safe
he better chill he get left in the lake
he look sketchy, foenem pull up leave it messy
foenem be sliding like gretsky, going too fast you can’t catch me
i told lil shorty to bless me, yea yea
she bout to neck me, yea yea
my n*ggas dogs, they got the sticks they be fetching
this not a drill, wait
this not a drill i be in the field you’ll really get k!lled
my brother got caught popping a seal i told him don’t spill
he told he fine i tell him ”foreal?” he told me i’m real
he told me i’m real
you know i’ll come through the front door, know b*tches that be with the back door
you keep on playing with me n*gga, you gonna get what you ask for
they know we shoot up the city them n*ggas calling the task force
rolling a blunt right now, n*gga what i gotta cap for?
my n*ggas come through shooting, i had a glock and i gave it to selly
somebody go and be tweaking with selly he unload the glock and it rip through his belly
it ain’t bout bands and gang please n*gga, do not be hitting the celly
b*tch i be feeling like melly, i’m in a young n*gga world you can’t tell me sh*t
[hook]
balling like terrance
.57 wearing and tearing
the hoes y’all be scary, i don’t be caring i care then it’s barely
you can find some of these hoes in the clearance
got some nerve to ask for sh*t, you was just looking so average
i’m in the back with the battle kit, better repick who to battle with
hopping out hooping like gilbert arenas
my bro not in public he ducking subpeonas
bring out the mops like we work for the cleaners
blue and white ring like the logo for beamers
you cannot see if they steal off for nothing, ain’t steal off or nothing just shot you to leave ya
light up a blunt i ain’t peel off or nothing, just hopped in the function ain’t n0body peeping

- lp rambo lyrics

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