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remble - gordon ramsay freestyle lyrics

[verse]
are you willing to die for those christians?
do you really feel fly in true religion?
did you think you would survive 5.56s?
you spent a band on a burner and died with it?
40 pointers on one rollie, the time glisten
superchargers on foreigns, we drive different
can you believe that he tucked on my l!ck?
like why would anyone go against my smith &
his grave is his placement, he awol
christopher dorner and snipers with acog
if you can’t see i’m a joint you’re ray charles
these n+ggas braxton, he’s actin’ like tamar
run up on me and see what i’m made of
tuh, you’re better off stealing a bait car
i’m blowin’ up, i been steppin’ on claymores
the bullet hit his head like it was made for him
shawn michaels at parties, i’m high kicking
monkey nuts on big choppers and side b+tches
a gordan ramsay entrée with a side dish
2007 in class with a sidekick
subwoofers installed in white benzes
gang members involved with tight fitteds
if you don’t sn+tch his chain now you might miss it
he’s ryan hollin’s into it with mike bibby
i keep a glocky with nuts, don’t fight with me
rats helped my dad get a life sentence
real foolies with vocals the time givers
a pen and pad with a smile, you like snitchin’
slayed a n+gga just for p+ssing in the sh+tter
ks and pistols for a fade, i brought some hitters with the clippers
sniper bullets, these will hit ’em from a distance
when i’m into it with a n+gga i won’t stop till he’s finished
eat the beef fast, i’ll never save it for dinner
he threw his beef in crock pots, he was just letting it simmer
y’all run my homie then i’m squabbling next
i put out tecs in between fights, let’s see who squabbles the lead
served him with the .9, wait till he see what this .40 do
buddy ran up on the wrong guys and they totalled him
no, for real, they really did what they supposed to do
drop him to a knee, looked like he was proposed to ’em
i know who did it but i can’t tell you who shot the man
he spinned them blocks disguised in wigs like he was juwanna mann
really splittin’ wigs since little kid’s out his momma’s van
bounced out with ars, trippin’, hitting his choppa dance
it’s remble

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