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lp rambo - i don't know lyrics

[hook: lp rambo]
i don’t know, i don’t know
tell me what gun i’m gone blow, tell me what opp i should smoke
cause i don’t know, i don’t know
i don’t know, i don’t know
i know my n-ggas is with me, a n-gga move he finished
i slept outside in the winter
i don’t know, i don’t know
if i stay highkey or low, cause i want n-ggas to know
yeah they know, yeah they know
you want smoke, you want smoke
i’m really hoping you mean it, i cut him off he was fiending
he wasn’t even fiending for reasons

[verse one: lp rambo]
what is his whereabouts?
y’all bout to hear about, another n-gga getting buried down
that’s when you know it be scary now
kick down your d-mn door, the safe, we wanna know where now
bragging bout his d-mn clothes i’m seeing you wanna go there now
silence got him going crazy, why is he pulling his hair out?
falling all over the place, man why is he knocking his chair down
married to the block in love with the money having affairs now
styling and profiling i’m feeling just like ric flair now
pull on your strip, letting sh-t air out
letting it air out, it’s gone hit you knocking your air out
thinking you lit, then it’s gone hit you knocking your flare out
he ain’t getting money talking sh-t like i’m supposed to care now
i just dropped a ep going crazy n-ggas wanna hate
when i asked them prove me wrong them n-ggas ain’t had nothing to say
i can’t go nowhere cause i can’t seem to put that gun away
i was talking bout your death when it was f-cking months away

[verse two: dd caine]
got nothin’ to lose, came through with the ru’z
they throwing up ps like they got an erection
i’m not big on guns, but still shoot for fun
and shoot you for funds if you try to run lesser
turn you to a lesson, no ruse or impressions
no rules, if you faking and playing pretentious
you won’t get no stripes from a tiger, you lying outside of your empire, sketchiness got you out, stretched
you should know now bout tempting my temper, cause when i get hot, n-ggas laid out and getting they temperature checked
no back and forths less we swinging, not even cause i throw a jab and you rest on your neck
don’t excuse my conceit, i’ll turn you obsolete
there’s no use in loud shrieking, no room for your breath
texting all reckless and messy but walk past you, you fail to keep energy when you get checked
don’t trust a soul, no, i don’t
won’t share my dope, no i won’t
my os ain’t meant for no squares
swear this ain’t play cube, oh no
keep it 100, my benjis the only thing that can fold
you might be thinking sh-t trippy, pop up in red with them poles, 6 said his nina’s got d-cks, you get 69’d then you thrown
we not in the same of veins as needles in demi when she jerkin’ back from the stove
raised in the heat, but my soul is so cold
don’t rest on shoulders, i rest on my goals
barely get sleep cause i’m dealing with demons
y’all wheezing and losing your zs over hoes
initial ain’t h, i don’t own ya
get out my face, i don’t know ya
front me a gram, you ain’t gettin’ sh-t it return, p-ssy boa, i don’t owe ya
i do my sh-t on the low, y’all n-ggas screaming your goin’ up
but the only one round you that’s gon’ be the next thing to blow is your b-tch, when folks slide to the corner (on gang!)

- lp rambo lyrics

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