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we still - lp rambo lyrics

[hook]
dear judge, i ain’t never had no real love
sun coming out, uh uh, but i’m still up
she got a man, uh uh, but we still f*ck
pole on me lil’ n*gga, don’t get reeled up
i switched out the 9 for the choppa, a bigger amount
burning the rubber speed off from the cops, i think we need to hit michelin now
he leaking sweat, i showed him the glock, i see he nervous he fidgeting now
bro told me he just seen dude with the opps, i think we need to get rid of him now

[verse]
i switched out the 9 for the chop, then slide on the opps
she wanna smoke, then slide to the docs
i told her they yeezys, she thought they was crocs
i’m know i’m too fleezy, you know how i rock
b*tch don’t hit me up if you ain’t talking bout motherf*cking rolls
i don’t give a f*ck bout no f*cking hoes in the club on the poles is as far they go
b*tch tryna tell me i be clean don’t tell me sh*t that i already know
i’m out the way but n*ggas still die but i don’t be around that’s as far as they know
these n*ggas saying it’s up in the air?
it better be stuck in the air
already know when it’s bussing you scared
show no love i don’t be touching her hair
we bout to see bout the ruckus in there
we popping we don’t give a f*ck if it’s fair
brodie be bold, not f*cking with fear
i showed her the booth said ”we f*cking in here”
shorty what’s up with you, why is you watching me?
i’m rolling dice like monopoly
he want a story? i give him a story with the semi*autobiography
so tell me, why these n*ggas knockin’ me?
why was them boys tryna bottle me?
she said i’m drippy she watery
i’m tryna have a big watch me
i’m tryna have a big watch, that’s the sh*t that i be plottin’ on
i got a wave, oh you gotten on?
i call it safe when the glock is on
n*gga you tellin? what block you on?
we come through score like we gotten one
4th of july we popping some
i’m a bad apple a rotten one
[hook]
dear judge, i ain’t never had no real love
sun coming out, uh uh, but i’m still up
she got a man, uh uh, but we still f*ck
pole on me lil’ n*gga, don’t get reeled up
i switched out the 9 for the choppa, a bigger amount
burning the rubber speed off from the cops, i think we need to hit michelin now
he leaking sweat, i showed him the glock, i see he nervous he fidgeting now
bro told me he just seen dude with the opps, i think we need to get rid of him now

- lp rambo lyrics

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