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letra de december - lp rambo

[hook]
i guess money is your opposition, n-gga
see right you through i been spotting b-tches, n-gga
say you smoking out the wood but it’s a swisher
they see gang hop out like it’s them n-ggas
you stay taking l’s i be with the winners
ice got me coated up it’s the winter
i got my heart broke middle of december
now my heart cold like middle of december

[verse one]
yeah it might just be your favorite rapper how i rock
put a k to your favorite rapper how i rock
i know bloods only hit ’em when it’s 5 o’clock
but i’m gang catch me dropping 5’s by the doc
you said you believed in me why you shocked
i don’t net beef you won’t have to ask me why you blocked
catch your -ss in public leave your -ss by the block
now your first name is what they saying by the block
how i’m here and i spent 7 years trying opps
i ain’t up and down i’m really just defying odds
cook the cooling kit done made me f-cking fry the glock
i’ma blow up put your out your house and buy your block
i’ma buy the opps, yea we lie to cops
this is territory for them little lying thots
i was so low a while ago i cried to god
cause all i seen people do is go and cry to god

[hook]
i guess money is your opposition, n-gga
see right through you i been spotting b-tches, n-gga
say you smoking out the wood but it’s a swisher
they see gang hop out like it’s them n-ggas
you stay taking l’s i be with the winners
ice got me coated up it’s the winter
i got my heart broke middle of december
now my heart cold like middle of december

[verse two]
i ain’t want no beef at first i wan’t all it now
i could get a victory so f-cking flawless now
i don’t think you even know what you be talking bout
was blind to the fact, but i just saw it now
once you diss the gang we just went p-ss talking out
we ain’t tryna hear a d-mn thing you talking bout
f-cks to give, never had a large amount
my n-ggas in the back shooting doggystyle
like unk from stomp the yard we told a n-gga walk it out
when we leave the block it’s smelling like a garbage house
all that sneakdissing what the f-ck you on about
in the trap flipping call my trap a waffle house
on my neck, is some ice that’s never thawing out
it’s at a point where i’m on top regardless now
told her leave we ain’t got sh-t to argue bout
and i said b-tch you can gone head and call me out

- lp rambo

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