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lp rambo - fuxkoff lyrics

[hook]
all these n-ggas hate to see me climbing to the top
but man i don’t give a f-ck ain’t no boy here gone make me stop
i got snowflakes on my watch, you got foggy looking rocks
you can have your b-tch she just from 12 to 5 o’clock
like, i can count this guap, or cry cause you hate my stuff
but then who am i to trip, i’m the one that’s taking off
you the type of n-gga late for work and know they taking off
of your paycheck and sh-t, you think you boss gone play with y’all

[verse one]
pull up to my trap i swear it’s off the meter
tryna act cold you could meet my heater
you could greet my nina, diamonds aquafina
if i had a dollar for the hate i’d need a large arena
i got police in my driveway watching thinking i don’t see ’em
i got b-tches on the highway to my house so i can skeet ’em
i don’t need ’em, i don’t need ’em, i don’t need ’em ima treat ’em
right when they think i’m a keeper grab the keys man ima leave ’em
i had n-ggas told me i would never catch up but i did and beat ’em
now when n-ggas ask me for a favor act like i don’t see ’em
when it come to grams of ganja ain’t gone lie i think i need ’em
now she really tryna come up with a reason to be feenin’
diss my brothers in the morning swear you out before the evening
blow a n-gga wig back i’ll have a n-gga sh-t receeding
f-ck with crips like a wheelchair, f-ck with bloods like i’m bleeding
i did this sh-t by myself and i still make sure n-ggas eating

- lp rambo lyrics

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