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lp rambo - in my head lyrics

[intro]
(thank you, cheri)
ain’t no f+ckin’ way, (b+tch, stain gang baby) it’s really tha f+ckin’ cousins
(wop wop)
ta ha!
(what the f+ck?!)

[hook]
voices in my head, they say “leave him dead”
you’ll get a b for a bullet, no test
heard my dogs throwin’ sticks play fletch
n+gga talkin’ that’s a bet, he said “it’s money” what’s the catch?
he said “get this n+gga gone” that’s my opp too, i said bet
told that n+gga leave me ‘lone, n+gga like f+ck that sh+t be the best
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout that, where the check?
i’ll let a n+gga gone, he ain’t no threat
and i heard hoes mad like dеx, told that n+gga don’t hold your breath if you waitin’ on me to fall off
n+gga, i come to work, don’t call off

[verse]
pin on thе glock make all y’all fall off, 556 come take your wall off
young six walking with that sawed off run up b+tch n+gga, you gone crawl off
i got bread, put that on my deads
heard your n+ggas hate your ass, you don’t keep ’em fed
you ain’t got no plans b+tch, put that on your deads
and i almost made her slide but i ghost that b+tch instead
when i catch that n+gga tillo lackin’ i’ma count his dreads
b+tch, we roll like armadillos packin’ every kind of lead
smokin’ heavy, after that i’m ’bout to come slide better be ready
no locs, they dread me, sneak diss, they scared of me
tried to ask lil tray8 for the smoke, d+mn n+gga, where is he?
call the doctor, six talkin’ to ghosts, check on me medically
summers gettin’ hotter, winters gettin’ colder
i already told you n+ggas p+ssy like they doja
bet you n+ggas think i wrote this, b+tch i do this y’all ain’t notice?
witness smoker, don’t be nosey, ridin’ with polioliolie
boy, don’t speak on me you don’t know me, got them demons watchin’ closely
i say “go” a n+gga going, b+tch we going, going, going
f+ck it, up this f+ckin’ 4+0 b+tch, i’m blowing, blowing, blowing
b+tch, i’m timeless like a rollie, why is it timing on your rollie?
lay that sh+t up like i’m brodie, out the muscle like i’m broly
don’t know what she tryna show me, all i see is that she owe me
foenem poppin’ pills, they pop them sh+ts like ollies and you know me
i be smoking b+tch i’m high right now, but you already know me
[hook]
voices in my head, they say “leave him dead”
you’ll get a b for a bullet, no test
heard my dogs throwin’ sticks play fletch
n+gga talkin’ that’s a bet, he said “it’s money” what’s the catch?
he said “get this n+gga gone” that’s my opp too, i said bet
told that n+gga leave me ‘lone, n+gga like f+ck that sh+t be the best
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout that, where the check?
i’ll let a n+gga gone, he ain’t no threat
and i heard hoes mad like dex, told that n+gga don’t hold your breath if you waitin’ on me to fall off
n+gga, i come to work, don’t call off

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