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lp rambo - madman lyrics

[hook]
they like “there he go”
dirty carbon n+gga play i’m going madman in this b+tch
black coupe flying down the street i’m going batman in this b+tch
eat this perc and go bezerk they tried to save me it ain’t work
turn him ghost yea you know they call me pac+man in this b+tch
i’m in this b+tch come f+ck with me n+gga please, you’ll get flipped
i took a trip to neverland on august 6th
he say he got bodies that’s a myth that boy ain’t sh+t
why my bro said you a b+tch? why your b+tch tryn’ give me tip?
[verse]
they asking me what the f+ck i mean by august 6th
some sh+t can’t come out my lips i’m dying with a lot of sh+t
threw my dawg a play my other bro jumped up and caught the pick
i said “mane you tripping y’all boys better chop it 50 splits”
all my n+ggas gotta eat, no probably
when you k!ll him bring his head or snap a pic i gotta see
p+ssy boy don’t want no beef i’m down a screw don’t talk to me
eater b+tch keep callin’ me i told this b+tch don’t bother me
65th, stain gang, rambo gang, obviously
2wo gang, copeland world, omar world my property
if a n+gga even touch me he done hit the lottery
hit that ricky now i’m gone, i’m sp+ced out, astronomy

[verse two]
ha ha
n+gga ain’t getting no money that sh+t funny be like bye bye
i’m king of the jungle in these streets boy i’m mufasa
i just got my bag up and your hands is out
uh uh
“six you seen the vision, you been planned it out?”
uh huh
rock out on my beatles, send him flying with the eagles
my dawg from philly so he do not give a f+ck he bet on eagles
sneakdiss me you made it hot we’ll make you walk on pins and needles
x out 3 opps in a row that’s xxx b+tch i’m vin diesel
you asked for the streets, b+tch i am the streets
how you let that f+ck sh+t come out your t++th?
prada just sent me the early release, i’m rolling a backwood vibing to keef
askin’ for beef man i am the beef you run up to me i’m gone put you to sleep
n+ggas be hating dont matter to me i’m keeping receipts
[hook]
they like “there he go”
dirty carbon n+gga play i’m going madman in this b+tch
black coupe flying down the street i’m going batman in this b+tch
eat this perc and go bezerk they tried to save me it ain’t work
turn him ghost yea you know they call me pac+man in this b+tch
i’m in this b+tch come f+ck with me n+gga please, you’ll get flipped
i took a trip to neverland on august 6th
he say he got bodies that’s a myth that boy ain’t sh+t
why my bro said you a b+tch? why your b+tch tryn’ give me tip?

- lp rambo lyrics

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