lp rambo – bomboclatt lyrics
[hook]
now what the h+ll made b+tches think they own me
and then they mama say im dead wrong, when i leave them lonely
one thing i’ll tell you, get yo bag mane you dont need your homie
one thing i never have to tell n+ggas, i keep it on me
bomboclatt!
young n+gga, by himself, hustling for millions
made rich by that stain block if i say so they k!ll him
stain kit for a homicide gone show his ass who the real one
his main b+tch say his mama cried we keep packing her children
[verse one]
oh you think you a prodigy, sum like mindless behavior?
foenem sn+tch your f+ckin top piеce now it’s mindless behavior
thеy brought out fbi just to stop me but im gone with my paper
i watched that dirty lil b+tch snake me, i shouldn’t have forgave her
i can’t be mad at her i gotta check myself cause that’s on me
cause a hoe gone be a hoe, and a g gone be a g
by the way ain’t nothing change if you a g get put to sleep
im bussing hard im off that yerk im seeing red dont look at me
[hook]
now what the h+ll made b+tches think they own me
and then they mama say im dead wrong, when i leave them lonely
one thing i’ll tell you, get yo bag mane you dont need your homie
one thing i never have to tell n+ggas, i keep it on me
bomboclatt!
young n+gga, by himself, hustling for millions
made rich by that stain block if i say so they k!ll him
stain kit for a homicide gone show his ass who the real one
his main b+tch say his mama cried we keep packing her children
[verse two]
1 skully, 2 skully, 3 skully 4 skully
my bro got his soul for me and all them n+ggas hoes love me
baby i need to roll it up so can you count these rolls for me?
bro just scooped to slide on them he brought a bigger pole for me
i went from writing comic books to poppin’ sh+t
and wave had came back with a thousand off the l!ck
we still acting broke to not be obvious
i give no f+ck bout me i want my mama rich
i said bro what was your charges he just read a lot of sh+t
i said im gone pay your bail with dirty money, lot of bricks
make it old school big white t when a n+gga copped the fit
still got my old tool for throwback i still ain’t got it fixed
[hook]
now what the h+ll made b+tches think they own me
and then they mama say im dead wrong, when i leave them lonely
one thing i’ll tell you, get yo bag mane you dont need your homie
one thing i never have to tell n+ggas, i keep it on me
bomboclatt!
young n+gga, by himself, hustling for millions
made rich by that stain block if i say so they k!ll him
stain kit for a homicide gone show his ass who the real one
his main b+tch say his mama cried we keep packing her children
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