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kyyngg - rambo lyrics

[intro]
yeah, kyyngg sh-t, ho, kyyngg sh-t, n-gga
what the f-ck’s brackin’? ya heard me?
praise we, ho, ya dig?
renzy, what the f-ck it do, n-gga?

[hook]
b-tch, i feel like rambo, my n-ggas, they’ll go there
you know we point them heaters at your nose, blood
uh oh, ain’t no motherf-cking ho, yeah
cash flow, we get the racks, them b-tches gon’ come
say you with it, b-tch, get with it
i aim this glizzy at yo’ fitted
all of these lil b-tches paying attention
we running up racks every second and minute

[verse 1]
i’m racing ‘raris and ‘raris
with bad b-tches in this b-tch, looking like cardi
all of my lil n-ggas, they is r-t-rded
you pull up, we pulling up with glocks and forties
thirty gon’ pop him, f-cking right, we offed him
dump him in the slum, we had to get lost him
all of my lil n-ggas living life awesome
we turned into bosses, lil b-tch, get up off us
just made a couple racks in the party
me and all my brothers, we the army
i swear these f-ck n-ggas, they don’t want it
please, blood, come and show me my opponent
[?] and repeat it
i’m a lil freaky n-gga, i eat it
n-gga tripping, i’ma motherf-cking eat him
thirty popping like a [?] and delete him
we some motherf-cking creatures
in love with murder, no, you ain’t gotta believe it
i’m f-cking out of here
we shining bright like this the altar, f-ck your chandelier
you would think i know magic the way he disappeared

[verse 2]
i smoke his p-ssy -ss like a pack
i run up all the racks and give it back
you p-ssy lil n-ggas straight on your period
’cause when we catch a blood, watch how we gon’ film it
call my brother just to get you out of here
creep through them woods just like a f-cking deer
these n-ggas envious, but i don’t give a f-ck
come dissing on the gang, your life is out of luck
can’t be serious, you gotta be kidding me, blood
all these lil n-ggas be talking that bullsh-t
but they don’t want nothing with us
i’ma pull up with a pump, i’ma pull up with the mac
shoot that lil b-tch in the head, shot his girlfriend in the back
since she wan’ ride with that n-gga
i’ma leave that lil b-tch wet
b-tch, she love to gang bang, we so insane
like the good fella, wet ’em, no umbrella
i feel like a f-cking devil, i’m made out of metal
you can’t hurt the kyyngg, these n-ggas don’t bother me
i’ma end up dumping the acid
f-ck that lil b-tch, gave her back quick
they say what they gon’ do, but no, ain’t sh-t happen
my best friend has his mac-10, pulling up, we leave it tragic

- kyyngg lyrics

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