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letra de belligerent - chef rambo

[chorus: chef rambo]
i just hit your b-tch
i just put my d-ck all in her stomach i’m belligerent
please send me the addy, i might slide but i ain’t slitherin’
please don’t hit my phone, but if it’s money might consider it
don’t tell me no rules we don’t abide ’cause my guys (ignorant)

[verse: chef rambo]
k!lling the game
f-ck is you saying?
i’m getting money, we ain’t the same
i hop on a jet ’cause spirit is plain (plane)
and i f-ck a b-tch once i’m back on terrain
i call up kade
yeah he be ready
i’m getting sweaty, glock is too heavy
i put thе work in the back of the chevy’
fеds wanna lurk but the trunk is now empty
i run the game, yes i’ve been ready set
what is your name? i do not recollect
i’m making plays, like i am belichick
i need the money, i tell em’ to bill-a-check
all of these n-ggas is p-ssies, rookies
you wanna sell-out a show? book me
i’m getting money the way that it should be
walk in the jeweler like lets have a look see
i’m back up in this b-tch
how y’all n-ggas so intimidated by my penmanship
she only infatuated ’cause my n-ggas really rich
and i make her suck it with no hands, don’t be a silly b-tch
we are not the same, y’all want smoke and i want millions
[chorus: chef rambo]
i just hit your b-tch
i just put my d-ck all in her stomach i’m belligerent
please send me the addy, i might slide but i ain’t slitherin’
please don’t hit my phone, but if it’s money might consider it
don’t tell me no rules we don’t abide ’cause my guys (ignorant)

[verse: nate husser]
don’t tell me i’m gassed up, i just know my worth
i like kobe state (ah yeah)
she like gucci purse
try to keep the peace (ah peace)
it just didn’t work
try me then it’s karma i will leave it to the universe
pull up in that wraith (yeah skrrt)
haters look away
put it in they face (yeah huh)
how that money taste
p-ssy talking out of line (p-ssy)
i put him in his place
made em eat his words his breath kickin’ all that sh-t he said
(uh) if i slide then i’mma take and i’ll leave yellow tape
i throw on designer, when i wake i fall asleep in bape
we don’t talk the same, n-ggas lame
worried about they gains
‘know the kid got game
if i aim, she gon’ wanna bang

- chef rambo

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