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bugatti beez - bugatti beez- rambo (remix) lyrics

[intro: beez]
(it’s about to jump in hard)

verse 1:[beez]
young n-gga from the m.i.d (what up?) wardrobe look like i work for the m.i.b
black on black, i black on tracks, like hussain b. i’m not you, and you ain’t me. see i was taught to k-i-l-l (right?) and i always keep some cool j’s like l-l, if you can’t see. wordplay clear, this sh-t i’m talking ,too h.d. i got em’ sweatin’, get a new a.c

[pre- hook: beez]
man i be feelin’ like i’m rambo, i’m putting’ fire over wax; man i’m like a candle

yeah, there’s nothing that i can’t do. i be going so b-a-n-a-n-a-s on these n-gga’s. swear to god that i won’t ever stress none of these n-gga’s. the way i do it, i be feeling like a threat to em’ man i’m bringing nothing but the best to em’
i be having vets looking at me like i’m a ma’f-cking a vet to em’
all my dogs sick they gon’ have to bring a vet to us

all about my m-o-n-e-y. get p-l-e-n-t-y though. you ain’t talking that, what’s the purpose for hitting up my phone? calling me up about that b.s gon’ have you talking to that dial tone. that sh-t go for anybody, racks racks racks everywhere, i’ve got a tennis hobby. my d-ck’s with your girlfriend, have it for dinner probably. i ain’t into fake sh-t, when i see the real i embrace it. roll it jam face it (face it)
i’m risking it all like a bracelet. yeah i’m taking off like a sp-ce-ship

verse 2: [beez]
yeah i’m from that i.n. i ain’t got a ma’f-ckin’ choice but go i-n. i am, sicker than your average (right?) half nerd, half savage. it be feeling like my pen got a gun outt’a call of duty and a’ ink, so whenever i get to writing this sh-t’s exciting. put it to a pad, it’s like target practice. i told e’m’ it’s only crackin’

hook:[beez]
i’ve gott’a go for mine doe (yeah)
they try’na box me in
i’m like a mime bro, and i ain’t going for it

and i ain’t looking back at all man i’m going for it. the trunk in the front, when i revers it, feel like i’m going for it, f-ck em’ all
chris brown, i got them comin’ from wall to wall. i ain’t never falling off neither. i might take a breather, all this aether, smokin’ reefa. all in the beemer. yeah, off subject but f-ck it, i keep ben(jamin) franklin in my pocket at all times. coz i know it ain’t easy seeing if a n-gga keeping it a one hunnid

(laughs)
(uh, yeah, yeah, yup)

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