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kiloz (uk) – rambo lyrics

[intro]
(de+de+de+de+defbeats did them dirty)

[chorus]
back that rambo straight on your mango, leave man wet like tango (ching, ching)
swing that arm like anglo, splash man up in different angles (ah)
best not test my badness, pull up with bro and do up a madness (yoh)
still hit shots by gaspers, most of my guys they’re well known trappers

[verse 1]
s got waps, well known slapper
crash that corn, close that chapter
who trap they, ain’t no actor
bando settings, count my stacks up
rinks up bad man, he’s getting it on
off+white jug, man’s getting it on
macro pump, man’s letting it off
made man run like usain bolt
got tt grub like tommy and ghost
beef on wings like headie, of course
spill man’s juicе like henny and voss
hot box, man i flip that off
my plug told me i havе to stack that prof’
don’t know how the man talk lots, but when i move, they preeing about 2 shots
cid, oh, my case is hot
nearly got bags so i switch my spot
bell cab drivers to do up my drops
cah i can’t be seen by cops
put up a snap, now my phone line pops
bill up a zoot, now she wanna give slops
don’t hide from the gang you thot
cah none of my guys been dropped
me and the guys, i’m serious members
grab that pigeon and grab that blender
be a put grub on the streets like vender (yes)
and bro’s on a roll like slender
they’re man there, i don’t know their gender
hype on the net you verbal sender
still score shots on the field like melo
and i don’t even play for denver
in the trap life, way too dirty
and ain’t ever got no sensor
whole ship but the crop might lock it
raise a play with the fl!ck, man chop it
told story, a crook might rob it
bad b on my bed wanna bruck it
make us all of these yutes like lockets
sup in the t, how’s count man profit?
don’t talk tough, get put in a coffin
and i got that green like goblin
me and batman, i ain’t no robin (no)
(nah, i ain’t no robin)
[chorus]
back that rambo straight on your mango, leave man wet like tango (ching, ching)
swing that arm like anglo, splash man up in different angles (ah)
best not test my badness, pull up with bro and do up a madness
still hit shots by gaspers, most of my guys they’re well known trappers

[verse 2]
don’t know how the man talk sh+t when the whole gang lurking ’round with sticks
bro’s in a ride with mops and clips when i hit them shots and a plate on hip
bro’s in a trap, he’s backing up bricks
hotbox, that’s 36
that’s a whole lot of dirty flips
bro’s in a kitchen, dirty whips
ten+ten grub, i don’t do no pigs
and i definitely don’t do ticks
like i’m tryna stack paper quick (yeah), tryna make that paper fl!ck (yes)
and the cats go mad like rick, see an opp boy, imma let it fl!ck
swift down, put 12 on my wrist like i ain’t even takin’ the p+ss
i’m pausing the trap again, making a k!lling up, packs and riz
try rob me, get poked on your ribs
how would they be talkin’ fids and fibs?
put my phone and do not disturb
enough times when i writ them birds
tellin’ my line then i hit them curbs
brick phone ringing, going berserk
leave me a box+off, phone to turks
(so my phone ain’t turks)
[chorus]
back that rambo straight on your mango, leave man wet like tango (ching, ching)
swing that arm like anglo, splash man up in different angles (ah)
best not test my badness, pull up with bro and do a madness
still hit shots by gaspers, most of my guys they’re well known trappers

[outro]
(de+de+de+de+defbeats did them dirty)

- kiloz uk lyrics

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