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letra de this that - lp rambo & dd caine

[hook: lp rambo]
still up whipping cream, okay
buss your chip your frito lays
you n-ggas want beef okay
lp rambo lead the way
i make chips doritos day
you ain’t shoot sh-t we okay
n-ggas talking this, that
i can’t let you n-ggas sleep today
if i go broke man i wonder how y’all boys gone eat today
my boys shoot the crowd they see you, so someone die either way
i’m tryna find out which ot thot gone dirty my sheets today
i just smoked a leaf today, you ain’t shoot sh-t we okay!

[verse one: lp rambo]
light these n-ggas block up it’s gone look like christmas eve today
she just left me by my lonely said it’s my conceited ways
michael jackson seen my case, cause i’m bout to beat it, aye
b-tches leave they phone outside cause they can’t keep no secret aye
could of bought a beamer aye, bought 12 glocks with beamers wait
”lp why i need to wait, you take too long can’t see the day”
i’m gone destroy n-ggas aye, do that sh-t the ether way
i tell all my b-tches not to think lp’s a keeper aye
i think n-ggas minecraft at my house at night like creepers aye!
man these b-tches geekers aye, geek then turn to eaters aye
you ain’t got to fake the smiles cause 6 don’t like you neither mane
all my n-ggas eating so much food can’t even see the plate
even though we not married that lil b-tch just asked to keep the name
n-ggas on the web like spiderman i call them peter aye
n-ggas say they trappers and shooters i call them neither aye
i’m gone find you boy i was never the type to need your face

[verse two: dd caine]
rg got the sauce, might change the group name to “sofrito”, aye
drum got motors in it, wet your car up, don’t get beamed today
quick, i’m outtie, slammed my garment, n-gga, i just beat my case
b-tches tryna f-ck the set, her make up, how she beat her face
i am a tyrant, the reason them sirens you hearin’ is only 3 feet away
i might blow that n-gga arm off from boredom and call that an “ironed sleeve”, okay
brother love overriding oppressive destruction, but you might bleed today
and my bills flue like the neighborhood rollers, that’s more if fried you in the leaf, okay
i’m with the bullsh-t
i got my folks in the cut, i swear 6 he gon’ pull that pin trigger and let that b-tch sing like tremaine
n-ggas is buggin’, my semi the raid
for the green, like it’s zim, b-tch, my n-ggas invade
for the chains, b-tch, my diamonds they scream “bdk!”
that ain’t me, but that’s 24k on my neck, from this blade on your chest
on the set, we gon’ wreck (davinci!)

- lp rambo dd caine

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