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lp rambo - apollo crew lyrics

[hook]
boy dont you talk that sh+t we gone follow you
and everything gone follow through, it’s up like the apollo crew
you’ll be geting 1 out of 12, like bartholomew
they dont get the sh+t that i be spitting cause i scholar fools
act a fool then i dish out body bags, bloating up his body mass
when i buss this sh+t boy this sh+t gone take off body fat
we gone buss yo sh+t boy we do it out the pontiac
we not the police won’t get arrested ‘less it’s cardiac

[verse one]
when i was 13 i had some dreams they was dark dark
park park, hop right out the back of the whip and spark
let it hit any n+gga in my way i got no heart
richest slayer bet i aim this b+tch right at a superstar
dark mind i done thought of times when i did a n+gga bad i can’t get it out my mind
wish it was never in my f+ckin’ my mind like never f+ckin’ mind
you can’t see me how you tussle blind? he gone f+ckin’ die
let’s go n+gga lp always been me
if not me then n+gga who? yup, always been me
let it rip send off 50, take off kidney
my bros taking sh+t like “gimmie”
then they give me
you can try we put you 6 feet
and i’m 6 feet
well i’m really really 6’1 n+gga see these bl!cky ickies pick one
this a glock with a switch on, and here’s a big one
n+gga choose how he gon’ get gone, finish mission
[hook]
boy dont you talk that sh+t we gone follow you
and everything gone follow through, it’s up like the apollo crew
you’ll be geting 1 out of 12, like bartholomew
they dont get the sh+t that i be spitting cause i scholar fools
act a fool then i dish out body bags, bloating up his body mass
when i buss this sh+t boy this sh+t gone take off body fat
we gone buss yo sh+t boy we do it out the pontiac
we not the police won’t get arrested ‘less it’s cardiac

[verse two]
second verse, do these n+ggas worse
i put n+ggas on a haines shirt on a hanger
i just recorded a banger with my banger
i got souls in my chamber they say that’s anger
uh huh huh huh huh, splatt!
n+gga ain’t on that, i done made gangsters run back
never seen one n+gga come back too much blood i was on that
n+gga dropped dead we ain’t give a f+ck we ain’t need a reason n+ggas spun back
n+gga lunged at me i swung back
got a whole store on the gun rack
dishing out them toe tags i sell em and they go fast
send them boys on yo’ ass get smoked if you got no cash
k!lled for being broke ass, how they know that?
pulled up with my promag i leave him with the throwbacks
[hook]
boy dont you talk that sh+t we gone follow you
and everything gone follow through, it’s up like the apollo crew
you’ll be geting 1 out of 12, like bartholomew
they dont get the sh+t that i be spitting cause i scholar fools
act a fool then i dish out body bags, bloating up his body mass
when i buss this sh+t boy this sh+t gone take off body fat
we gone buss yo sh+t boy we do it out the pontiac
we not the police won’t get arrested ‘less it’s cardiac

- lp rambo lyrics

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