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letra de +d3ad zon3 - lp rambo

[intro]
go! go! goooo! goooooooo! rrollinnn!!!!

[hook]
n-gga i done seen a lot of sh-t that n-ggas with no father sh-t it always end with a headstone
we ain’t give no f-ck about a lot of sh-t we did it and it’s obvious that’s why them n-ggas want my head gone
on jaywave we’ll hit your block start walking sh-t lil p-ssy boy keep talking sh-t, and then them people say we dead wrong
you can ask my homie i be darting sh-t that on point with the target sh-t don’t come up in this f-cking dead zone

[verse]
b-tch i be in my hood wouldn’t catch me if you could
i get out my body fast as h-ll don’t wonder if i should
you will never ever f-ck on her keep wondering if she good
he ain’t seen no fear like this in years hе wondering if i’m suge
and i draw down with magazines, driving fast keep spilling lеan
thought i seen some devil h-rns, had to check if my mirror clean
then i seen my dawg with a halo he tryna calm me down
he said ”if you gone walk em down just make sure they don’t cross ya out”
you think you on street sh-t come get ya head blown you lil p-ssy n-ggas always tryna make me lose my mind
i be smoking loud sh-t don’t need no headphones you lil p-ssy n-ggas think that i won’t buss ya and that’s fine
who gone get the k!ll first, who gone lose the wheel first?
i’m head over heels for a k!ll my bro still worse
this might be my last day, gotta eat my meal first
(man you still f-cked up bout wave?) n-gga f-ck you mean that sh-t still hurt
and i’m still laid down with this pretty girl that i found
n-gga don’t get laid down in a gun fight cuz i’m down
i’m wilding she wilding she childish
her sh-t ain’t got no mileage
glock loaded club crowded
glock loaded club crowded
room smoking it’s clouded
n-ggas keep tryna shake up they ain’t gang gang can’t allow it
i said i must go i look back she start pouting
she just want get her sh-t knocked up like ronda rousey
if we cross paths don’t you think twice better finish me
p-ssy boy wanna hit at me, and the law still tryna sentence me
anybody can get at me got a 100 shots you gone feel that beat
got 100 opps who gone feel that heat, all they ass tried to bl!ck at me
murder games
catch your ass in traffic you in that murder lane
buss head buss brains i don’t give a f-ck mane
let me tell them one thing i’m dying shooting on gang
stupid b-tch you got that luck aim, with me ain’t no such thing
[hook]
n-gga i done seen a lot of sh-t that n-ggas with no father sh-t it always end with a headstone
we ain’t give no f-ck about a lot of sh-t we did it and it’s obvious that’s why them n-ggas want my head gone
on jaywave we’ll hit your block start walking sh-t lil p-ssy boy keep talking sh-t, and then them people say we dead wrong
you can ask my homie i be darting sh-t that on point with the target sh-t don’t come up in this f-cking dead zone

- lp rambo

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