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omb rambo ft. goonie trilla & laray - demons lyrics

[verse 1: goonie trilla]
got the fully automatic, loaded ima let’em have it
got’em jumping like a rabbit, if he think a n-gg- lacking
omb my n-gg-s stacking, ttp my n-gg-s brackin
trigger finger itching so i shoot it when a n-gg- laughing
wipe me down i need a napkin, lot of n-gg-s out here actin
leave a n-gg- zipped in plastic, if he think a n-gg- sweet
burner to the tummy, his intestines in the f-ckin street
i can bet a hundred, name another that’ll f-ck with me
murder homicide, i’m a demon that’s alive
knock his head off his shoulder now its rolling like a tire
murderous attire, see the devil in my eyes
chopper rock-a-bye a n-gg- like a lullaby
hundred rounds, gun’em down, shooting so he running now
got the n-gg- running round, hollering wit his stomach out
body flipping, harlem shaking, got his face on the pavement
screaming out and shouting like my chopper when i let it loose

(hook)
let it loose, let it loose
got a lot of n-gg-s, and they better shoot
(better shoot)
all black, feather coupe
pull up on a n-gg- on a f-ckin light
shoot a n-gg- -ss with the f-ckin glock
i don’t give a f-ck about a f-ckin opp
(i don’t give a f-ck)

[verse 2: laray]
run up on that n-gg- on a corner, where he want it
i’ma point it, i’ll fill his -ss up though
shoot a n-gg- in his stomach, have him jumping
bullets coming, watch them hollow shots show up out the snug nose
savage n-gg-s, they ain’t never gave a f-ck though
n-gg-s hating, i don’t even know what for
catch a n-gg- on his block, he can’t reach for his glock, quick enough now he looking like “uh oh.”
rambo in the cut like a band-aid
goonie crazy, bro going on a rampage
my n-gg-s in the trap, cooking miley cyrus
and that pack all white like mayonnaise
that bankroll stay green like piccolo
roll up on him, finger itching, cause i’m quick to blow
all you hear is shots firing, n-gg-s getting low
you ain’t a shooter, what you call yourself a hitta for

(hook)

[verse 3: omb rambo]
omb pistol gang finna catch a homi
got to dumping at his -ss just to keep him lonely
30 shots to his brain feeling like i’m tony
montana, riding with the hammer
go up on a n-gg- block, finna go bananas
guns lighting every where, sparking like a candle
30, do a n-gg- dirty, 40 on my waist
walk ups in the day, gold in the chamber, 40 to his face
n-gg-s want beef, don’t make me catch a case
i’m a k!ller, you a pussy, stay up in your place
i got some guns, to make the world shake
my n-gg-s so gritty, my n-gg-s so slimy
we like mobsters, we out here, no hiding
only my brothers, n-body can’t try me
but if you do, gps, come find me, n-gg-!

(hook2x)

- omb rambo ft goonie trilla laray lyrics

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