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three ways - lp rambo lyrics

[hook]
three shades, delay, he say she say, send so much sh-lls they think it’s a replay
doing that to him is easy, we play rough if he play send it like ebay
doing the dash on the freeway, we wasn’t made from where ever he made
sent that money one way money coming back in three ways
did that sh-t the me way, lot of my flows n-gg-s remade
make that gun sing autotune i named it t-pain
put gang gang in the way, when we roll up on you he spray
boy this can’t be the way n-gg- need another leeway

[verse one]
i paid for my wrist but it wouldn’t cost sh-t to go and rob it
it’s better to be flexing show you n-gg-s that i got it
lp got a dictionary, but it’s just my wallet
lot of n-gg-s claim they on but they ain’t even f-cking popping
green money ain’t the same, we carry blues for change
you could get screwed for gang, no boy we ain’t gone lose today
we get into it, use your faith. pull up on me, you could play
but it ain’t gone be a game, when they digging you a grave
2 hands hold 2 k’s, shooting sh-t like 2k
get a n-gg- offed and i paid less than 2k
free lil bro koomp he treat that lean like it’s koolaid
we can get to blowing if you want, what do you say
its not me its you sorry, you act like you cool, hardly
but i do think you sorry, we so deep had two parties
b-tches getting too gnarly, he want beef then we hardies
yoom flying in the air, popping shooting stars b

[verse two]
wrist dasaani, feds ask you why bet you start snitching on me
we know you ain’t with it homie, try us you gone get it homie
i go on a mission lonely, have them hollows h-t you homie
we heard you a poser so just come and take this picture homie
n-gg-s sleep, i don’t get it homie, what the f-ck is with the homies?
hit they block heard crickets homie, all them n-gg-s b-tches homie
on the phone with b-tches only
if you make us have to shoot, we gone make them swishes only
30 on me but i’m deep up in this money sh-t
i ain’t doing nothing if it ain’t making some of it
no money then f-ck it i don’t do sh-t for the fun of it
i ain’t hearing none of it, that’s the whole summary
soon catch us in another country
never was the type to need luck and sh-t
better calm down glock start touching sh-t
knock a n-gg- soul out his body he go up and sh-t

- lp rambo lyrics

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