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letra de rambo - joyner lucas

[chorus: joyner lucas]
i got the sniper on top of the roof (roof, ayy)
you’ll never hear when i shoot (shoot)
b-tch, you know i got nothin’ to lose (lose, shh, uh)
don’t ever hear when i shoot (ayy, pew, ayy)
i’m finna shoot out this b-tch like i’m rambo (rambo)
they can’t see me, i blend in like camo (yeah, yeah)
fully loaded, won’t run out of ammo (bah)
ain’t no problem that i couldn’t handle (bah, bah, bah)
i got the sniper on top of the roof (top of the roof, top of the roof, ayy, yeah, yeah)
you’ll never hear when i shoot (shoot, they’ll never hear when i shoot)

[verse 1: joyner lucas]
yeah
this a double-barreled shotgun, fully loaded (ayy)
loyalty, you should’ve showed it
i got a rap book full of covid (ayy, ayy)
n-gga, you bite, then you could expose it (ayy, ayy)
this is a typo, couldn’t focus (focus, focus)
i cannot tell if your sh-t watered down or it’s sugar-coated
your sh-t trash, i should’ve wrote it (ayy, ayy)
my sh-t crack, y’all coulda sold it (sold it, woo)
i had your girl so high, lil’ b-tch could’ve floated
i might just roll up, get unfolded
d-ck so big, b-tch, couldn’t hol’ it
she wanna keep it so i had to mould it
this ain’t no rap sh-t, i’m a poet
this ain’t no cap sh-t, this a moment (yeah, yeah)
wishin’ infatuation
she say she wanna know how i f-ck, b-tch, use your imagination
n-gga, my crib so big, i need me a navigation (ayy)
i got bullets and clips and they ain’t got no name
i let go on the b-tch, had to run in that sh-t
be like, “hold up, lil’ b-tch, where you goin’?” (bah, bah-bah, bah, bah-bah)
[verse 2: lil durk & joyner lucas]
i keep the stick where i’m at
i’m player so i keep a b-tch where i’m at (yeah, yeah)
and when i’m outside, it’s a bl!ck where i’m at (bah, bah)
and if we at war, you can’t sit/see where i’m at (grrah, grrah)
this cash on your head, you can never relax
i used to lock out for the drink
i used to abuse it, i’m mad, i have to relapse
i’m ridin’ millions on millions and i’m from the streets, i had to adapt
that’s why i keep a mac in the back
can’t turn my back on the trap
listen, watch how they breathe, n-gga, they catch a asthma attacks
i know i got them mac on my lap
i remember them days i was traffickin’ crack
cops on my d-ck, we was catchin’ some flack
i ain’t never had much, i just happen to rap
n-ggas hate on me, i g-g-get the gat on they ass
i can bet that i
won’t be around when the murders increase
stayin’ a hundred of years in peace
ain’t have a bag, i went half on the lease
if you my brother ain’t gotta keep reachin’, no (yeah)
and i’ma need more than a piece (yeah)
can’t trust a ho, ’cause these hoes for the streets (yeah, yeah, yeah)
just tell that boy, “keep that ho on a leash”
b-tch, i had enough, she don’t know when to leave (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
i’ve been on my motherf-ckin’ business way (yeah, yeah)
talkin’ like a motherf-ckin’ business man (yeah)
all these n-ggas know that i done been this way
i’m a f-ckin’ menace, you never can commend this pain (yeah, yeah)
pedal to metal, my metal can end a n-gga life
leave a n-gga dead in the ghetto, i hit him with the pipe
maybe lay your head in the pillow, i stick with a knife
you ain’t on my level, you never can live up to the hype, alright
i, i, i gave a hundred to n-ggas in jail
you want a lawyer, just hit me, it’s here
the ‘raq on my back even though i was frail
count it up, i had to climb them stairs
this for my n-ggas locked down in a cell
countin’ them days, no one’s writing you mail
me and my pistol like kenan and kel
b-tch, i’m all that, you can see for yourself
[bridge: lil durk & joyner lucas]
that glock go, “boom” (that glock go, “boom”)
but that switch go, “frrtt” (yeah, yeah)
when i’m in that room (when i’m in that room)
money counter go, “frrtt” (hey, hey)
she gon’ suck d-ck ’til i pee (ayy)
she like, “why you so mad at me?” (ayy)
when this shot go off, you bleed

- joyner lucas

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