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black rambo - twista lyrics

gunshot sound
twista, shooter ready, gun cam
like black rambo say
who said legal guns ain’t cool? ha ha

chorus: twista
(what?!) all my guns legal and i want some godd*mn more
thinking you can keep up with me but you can’t ’cause you too godd*mn slow
(guns!) on my godd*mn table
(guns!) in my black lambo
(guns!) on my godd*mn floor
(woo) like i’m black rambo (ga ka)

(what?!) all my guns legal and i want some godd*mn more
(woo) thinking you can keep up with me but you can’t ’cause you too godd*mn slow
(guns!) on my godd*mn table
(guns!) in my black lambo
(guns!) on my godd*mn floor
(woo) like i’m black rambo (ga ka)

verse 1
who the other shooters in the competition dissin’
or actin’ like they ain’t know us
we can go round after round, slug after slug
or i can go get the flame thrower
finna be givin’ you what you came for
passion for the pistol i’mma show you that you lackin’
at the outdoor range in a full leather jacket
lettin’ off full metal jackets (heavy gunshot boom)
bustin’ everything for practice
doin’ maneuvers showin’ off my tactics
i been wantin’ to let ’em off in the yard
ever since i seen black rambo shoot the atlas (heavy gunshot boom)
black and gold code of mister athena
i’m rappin’ cold, call up the misdemeanor
let’s lock and load and then step up in the arena
when i’m in mode, i’m workin’ my trigger finger
millimeter like pop pop pop pop pop pop pop
i’mma go and get the glock
i know you’re scared of addin’ cheddar ’cause i’m better with the berreta
regretta*bly you will get dropped
shoot a pistol yellin’ take that! take that!
i’mma keep it goin’ ’til i think i’ve had enough
came down to louisiana to make a happen
shot everything from an ar’s to a pump (ga ka)
chorus: twista
(what?!) all my guns legal and i want some godd*mn more
(woo) thinking you can keep up with me but you can’t ’cause you too godd*mn slow
(guns!) on my godd*mn table
(guns!) in my black lambo
(guns!) on my godd*mn floor
(woo) like i’m black rambo (ga ka)

verse 2: black rambo
you ain’t got more guns than me
my collection’s lethal and be super cold
nine millimeter, any kinda caliber
desert eagle, i got two of those (pusha!)
tell me what we on
our *rs*nal mass are just headshots (bak bak)
black slides alone, no bandana, just dreadlocks
and if you thought you was worse
just take a look at how my heata’ burst
like rambo tv to see me at work
you can come get this atlas athena work (c’mon!)
i was at the house, twista came down to the backyard, got it sparkin’ like a candle (get ’em!)
now i’m in the windy city, shottin’ black rambo, ammo in my flannel out to handle any ammunition when the mission is i gotta ride
get the 40 jumpin’ like [?] triggers
i shoot them thumpers ’til i’m super tired
run up on me is suicide
private lessons witcha baby mamma
big dawg, you don’t want drama
number one gunna’, never been a runna’, i’ll make it thunder
chorus: twista
(what?!) all my guns legal and i want some godd*mn more
(woo) thinking you can keep up with me but you can’t ’cause you too godd*mn slow
(guns!) on my godd*mn table
(guns!) in my black lambo
(guns!) on my godd*mn floor
(woo) like i’m black rambo (ga ka)

- twista lyrics

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