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lp rambo - her diary lyrics

[hook]
bro went to court i can’t stop thinking bout it, in lp so no leaving without it
bro caught a case but it’s childish them police ain’t stopping my brother from wilding
police ain’t stopping that money from piling, we pull up drop a n-gg- like the wire
he undercover we peeping the wires, i’m cool with the heat i sleep in the fire
don’t let them 30 clips eat till they tired,i was a robber but now i’m a buyer
to her i was proper but now i’m a liar, i read that sh-t in her diary
don’t want the work n-gg- fire me, ma said my life built on irony
i let the dope autopilot me, the word is crazy, she driving me

[verse one]
ain’t got no xans it’s okay for me
just keep them kolonas away from me
yea i got to watch where she taking me
ima be mad if that sh-t ain’t a bakery
i don’t be listening to sh-t that b-tch say to me
it’s a lil blick it’s a kid so come play with me
they put him in cuffs and he changed on me
dont know what to say homie
i get the money to work cause only the money gone work, go clutch a job
jaywavy don’t like to burst, you gotta put up your set he said f-ck the glock
head to station for woods, high as h-ll park in that b-tch like f-ck the lot
yea i just took all his percs, robbed the plug wasn’t paying a dub a pop
could of got yammed no cap it ain’t funny, we get them sticks to clap this ain’t rugby
you could get stained start acting toughy, when i walk out on ya strip you ducky
tryna blow fast i’m knowing i’m gumpy, i gotta go when you know you love me
you can’t have nothing to hold above me, i know that she got the soul of a druggy

[verse two]
we point the stick right at n-gg-s apples, too broke to get your own iphone fixed
you could ask bout any n-gg- from laflin, when it’s time to get up then i go up quick
to y’all he hard, and all that sh-t, to me it’s a difference cause i know a b-tch
it must be grad swear all of this capping, hand him a hot one like ”hold this”
tby don’t like to talk, he skipping all of that talk, she sucking first
dd caine leave you white chalk and i pay the bail so he could walk gang come in first
big mike he don’t like the law, i swear he don’t like it at all, he’ll get you murked
f-ck n-gg- think he a dog, but selly got reach with his paws, that sh-t gone hurt
ma know i don’t like to call but if she getting done wrong i’m on my way
i am not selling my soul i’m chasing a bag ima blow the longer way
boy when this ‘xtended clip blow it lift you up off of your toes you gone today
yea they put him in the pot, gang got that lil n-gg- washed, like laundry

- lp rambo lyrics

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