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lp rambo - best me lyrics

[intro]
thank you, cheri
you having an unnatural allegiance to losers is not like you
you know, family sh+t

[hook]
some sh+t don’t matter no more, close them curtains don’t bring none of that home
bae like “what’s in that phone?”, might find me telling my shooter to follow him home
i’m going up myself, already know that i must fall on my own
everyone right there for a payment then they leave your ass alone
p+ssy boy, you can’t catch me, ha ha
cuzzo’ brought that tec, tryna impress me? ha ha
veli play with sticks, i’m like gretski, ha ha
nowadays, my twin be tryna best me, ha ha

[verse]
can’t never could, b+tch i’m smoking dope and no you cannot sip my fluid
i told bro to do it, b+tch, you say we into it
call my phone like “who is this?” it’s your b+tch i knew it, ha
uh, i let rabby hold my tec, now it ain’t no fun
see but sh+t ain’t ever funny when the rabbit got the gun
rockstar sh+t, might pierce my tongue, too many bodies had to throw my drum
ain’t throw that sh+t in no dump that’s rookie sh+t, you must be dumb
might do a n+gga like mubu krump, i gotta shake this shooting slump
they be set up hoes, protect your business, boy, don’t tell ’em nothin’
i be paranoid of cameras i be covered down, no nun
how many bodies do yall got? don’t ask ’bout us, we got tons
this that filthy ass mud, this ain’t f+ckin’ grape punch
n+ggas try and try, and die and die, they can’t take nothin’
b+tch we spin all day, stain gang beyblade huntin’
foenem cut your f+ckin’ tongue out, you can’t say nothing’
you don’t get me, don’t try to, just vibe out
i don’t give a f+ck just bring some drugs to my house
go to bed and wake up, heard a n+gga cry out (who is that?)
that’s that dead opp, he said “it’s almost time now”
he said they coming for me, i said “shut up, dead b+tch”
let me weigh you on my scale real quick, you dead b+tch
only four more names that’s on my f+ckin’ red list
and before i’m aged i’ll cross ’em out in red b+tch
[hook]
some sh+t don’t matter no more, close them curtains don’t bring none of that home
bae like “what’s in that phone?”, might find me telling my shooter to follow him home
i’m going up myself, already know that i must fall on my own
everyone right there for a payment then they leave your ass alone
p+ssy boy, you can’t catch me, ha ha
cuzzo’ brought that tec, tryna impress me? ha ha
veli play with sticks, i’m like gretski, ha ha
nowadays, my twin be tryna best me, ha ha

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