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lp rambo – the cleaner lyrics

[hook]
this that glocky sh+t, i’m gone have ’em roll down on your mans
cause you talking sh+t, i bet gettin’ caught wasn’t your plans
n+ggas plotting sh+t, told them n+ggas catch me if they can
bout to put up 20 bands, for the first n+gga who can
like vito clear the room, yea clear that sh+t out
p+ssy i’m not hearing you i won’t hear a b+tch out
lookin’ for me? probably on the block or at a b+tch house
all these white diamonds on my wrist feel like get out

[verse one]
this that clutch sh+t, n+ggas call me lillard how i’m clutchin’
if he only call you to do drills then you a puppet
if this was the 1800s hit you with a musket
man f+ck this, let me smoke this ricky ‘fore i plummet
he like “six where my b+tch at?” i don’t know where she is
man don’t ask me where your b+tch at, got keila in my ears
man don’t tell me you ain’t know, she been around for years
i was down bad i switch that, use ben to wipe my tears
no b+tch i ain’t gone follow back don’t tell me to
i was geeked up i walked in the court them n+ggas smell me too
they said “veli tweaking he ain’t pulling up on schedule”
i bet when i pull up 7.62 bullets plentiful
[hook]
this that glocky sh+t, i’m gone have ’em roll down on your mans
cause you talking sh+t, i bet gettin’ caught wasn’t your plans
n+ggas plotting sh+t, told them n+ggas catch me if they can
bout to put up 20 bands, for the first n+gga who can
like vito clear the room, yea clear that sh+t out
p+ssy i’m not hearing you i won’t hear a b+tch out
lookin’ for me? probably on the block or at a b+tch house
all these white diamonds on my wrist feel like get out

[verse two]
play i murder you
never heard of you
you was sneakdissing my n+ggas was observin’ you
we gone service you
mean we burnin’ you
i’m at his funeral, crying like i’m hurting too
we not concerned if a p+ssy n+gga learn
if he don’t, i’m like roger that don’t say another word
n+ggas post boy i’m ghost gang, came equipped with perks
i mean perks not no percocet, call of duty words
retro 5s so when i step i’m leaving 23 behind
you be high you say you want the smoke i think you n+ggas lyin’
i can’t see why you be cappin’ hard i think i’m going blind
she think sixaveli give a f+ck, i think she need some time
[hook]
this that glocky sh+t, i’m gone have ’em roll down on your mans
cause you talking sh+t, i bet gettin’ caught wasn’t your plans
n+ggas plotting sh+t, told them n+ggas catch me if they can
bout to put up 20 bands, for the first n+gga who can
like vito clear the room, yea clear that sh+t out
p+ssy i’m not hearing you i won’t hear a b+tch out
lookin’ for me? probably on the block or at a b+tch house
all these white diamonds on my wrist feel like get out

- lp rambo lyrics

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