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lp rambo & dd caine - zeus pt. 2 lyrics

[chorus: lp rambo]
dropping the top, sliding the coupe, sipping my flow, i got the juice
n-ggas is hoes and i got the proof, so if they cross they know what i’ll do
shorty was goody i got her loose, oh you got hundreds? i got em too
crossing that line then i gotta shoot, then slide like magic, i gotta poof
bombing your block, sh-t i got to nuke, i am so high do i got a roof?
give him a dollar under his pillow we beat his -ss and i got his tooth
sound like thunder i call it zeus, pull back his line that boy got a toupe
f-ck around taking this flow so much if lp was white, sh-t i gotta sue

[verse one: dd caine & lp rambo]
slim on my trust, hoes oppin, i got the proof
my friends is dead, my knots got a noose
what is there to do? i take you out the coupe
he dead in the pm, then his mama too
you cross the line, get crossed out with 2s
send you off the christ, your partners salute
it’s death ‘fore dishonor, rope ringing your neck
since you wanna break contract, i found you a loop
feel like a walking atm, left in the am back in the pm,  i gotta trademark all my flows so after a bar i’m putting a tm
they in the cut you won’t even see them, l-sting that money slide in it’s dm
hoes is hoes f-ck on your bm, gave us the drop on you then the end
i told my clip go get the fn, we finna slide on the opps like we skiin
don’t you speak on 2wo name if you ain’t decide that you wanna meet him
click clack then ghost, there’s no way to cope
.22 with a scope, he told me to squeeze em
rusty revolvers you better clean them, before they jam when you bout to clean them

[verse two: lp rambo & dd caine]
i ain’t your bro i’m not tryna smoke, this is for real not tryna joke life is fast, you kinda slow, you speed it up is what i would hope send your homie high with cope, we up the heat, you kinda toast streets is hot, no time to joke, no time for hoax you get exposed
n-ggas really need no props, cause they be fake as soulja’s draco
may be leaning but i ain’t slow, i be peeping, no sabato
ain’t no creeping, ain’t no lay lows
open kit, then it’s a case closed
dd stay up on 2 cincos like he tryna dodge a lego
see me, see these vvs, heehee, crack that card we saw that cv
hairpin, squeegee, squeeze, we ringing mops, he meet that bucket easy
dark shades like eazy-e, out that jame it’s not that easy
i’m on parole, still toting toasters, smoke my p.o if he see me

[chorus: lp rambo & dd caine]
dropping the top, sliding the coupe, sipping my flow, i got the juice
n-ggas is hoes and i got the proof, so if they cross they know what i’ll do
shorty was goody i got her loose, oh you got hundreds? i got em too
crossing that line then i gotta shoot, then slide like magic, i gotta poof
bombing your block, sh-t i got to nuke, i am so high do i got a roof?
give him a dollar under his pillow we beat his -ss and i got his tooth
sound like thunder i call it zeus, pull back his line that boy got a toupe
f-ck around taking this flow so much if lp was white, sh-t i gotta sue

- lp rambo dd caine lyrics

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