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studio - lp rambo lyrics

[hook: dorien]
i’m just sittin’ in the studio just tryna get to you baby
but these songs too fuckin’ dope it’s gettin’ hard just tryin’ no to blaze it
to tell the truth i’m mostly sippin’ on that vodka doing less of blazin’
thinkin’ of you when i step in this booth i’m tryna get to you baby

[dorien]
in the studio with some bottles
few prescriptions and a couple drinks finna down em all til’ they hollow, aw yeah
b-tches going full throttle, b-tch it’s going full throttle all these thotties lookin’ like models, aw yeah
mixed red bull with some xans, i’m tweakin’ and i’m twitchin’ i’m not doing this again, aw d-mn
tryna lay off of that shit but fuck it since we all in here someone pour me up some hen, aw yeah
shit

[hook: dorien (lp rambo)]
i’m just sittin’ in the studio just tryna get to you baby
(this g-y -ss hook)
but these songs too fuckin’ dope it’s gettin’ hard just tryin’ no to blaze it
to tell the truth i’m mostly sippin’ on that vodka doing less of blazin’
thinkin’ of you when i step in this booth i’m tryna get to you baby

[lp rambo]
i’m just sittin’ in the studio just tryna smoke my dope, nigga
you thought the hook was gonna make me sentimental no it won’t, nigga
dori, what the hell you sent this lovey dovey shit for nigga
ahem, uh, back to rap flow
straight out the mud i don’t know niggas, godd-mn that hook was atrocious
what a -ss, i can’t even focus
goin’ out like pac before the old shit
pull up on the block with that o shit

[dorien]
dissin’ on me, you a fuckin’ degenerate
talkin’ bout me, his career will get ended quick
don’t fuck with b-tches that’s b-mmy and cannot spit
rich is pussy, not sorry you cannot spit!
cannibal, i eat opponents no f-ggot shit
hulk on these beats ’cause a nigga be smashin’ shit
run up, your neck’s gettin’ cut and i’m draggin it
tossin’ your body in baggage and wagons
you say you a savage, we know you a pacifist
won’t shoot them hands or them guns, you ain’t clappin’ shit
hope and you pray for your life, what the fuck is this?!
you ain’t no g, b-tch, you weak and you rattin’ shit
fake g’s get no respect, rambo gang, so fuck the rest
fuck the opps, fuck the cops
testin’ me you’ll get stabbed, fuck a shot
on the block, never see you where you claim
i go broke, k!ll your man, take his chain
try to rob me, take the l
you a stain, clothes get stained
gloves on, no fingerprints
question me, plea the fifth
threaten me but don’t pull up
sip of vodka, roll a blunt
couple problems, smoke ’em all don’t give a fuck
blade tucked, just in case he try to buss
but fuck it…

[hook: dorien]
i’m just sittin’ in the studio just tryna get to you baby (that’s right, that’s right)
but these songs too fuckin’ dope it’s gettin’ hard just tryin’ no to blaze it (woowoop)
to tell the truth i’m mostly sippin’ on that vodka doing less of blazin’
thinkin’ of you when i step in this booth i’m tryna get to you baby
(and your friend too)

- lp rambo lyrics

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