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letra de genesis - lp rambo

[intro: dd caine & lp rambo]
if a n-gga asks me “what’s hot in the streets?”
i’m finna say his b-tch. not because i think she cute but i’ma say his b-tch ’cause i know that b-tch is in the streets sucking d-ck so that b-tch burning, you feel me?
if a n-gga asks me “what’s hot in the streets?” i’ma say “these n-ggas” ’cause broke n-ggas be living the house with no ac and sh-t, sweating like a fat b-tch blinked, you feel me, you know?
but you know, but it be like that sometimes, you know, i understand
i mean, not really, ’cause i got a ac in my house and sh-t
but, i used to understand!

[hook: lp rambo]
bullets running after you from down the street
baby girl, why do you keep doubting me?
say i’m broke? i cannot explain how dumb you sound to me
i’m from 065, please don’t bring punk sh-t around to me
let me tell you how these lv came to be
on my belt, and my wallet really it just came to be

[verse one: lp rambo]
i’m exactly who i said that i would be, okay kool
she just told me ain’t the money that she see, i play fool
when them n-ggas came up and tried jumping me, i stayed cool
i remain untouched so your card in the streets, have been pulled
bob the builder or handy mandy, i spray tools
i be on my disrespectful like 50, you ja rule
boy so what you smoking what you want a treat? you not cool
you just in my way and you don’t even see? you best move
i be in the field so much n-ggas thinking i did sports
and the law can’t hold me down before they do that i’ll miss court

[bridge: lp rambo]
n-ggas cannot find me i ain’t even hiding, boy just look
probably catch me smoking probably catch me getting jewelry took
and right now my wallet looking like a 50 chapter book
and right now my wallet looking like a 50 chapter book

[verse two: dd caine]
(i’m davinci hoe!)
i heard it’s money on my head, where the f-ck them n-ggas at?
lp, they poppin out the cut, yeah, they p-ss-y, it’s a fact
i seen these n-ggas plotting l!cks, i got the blade, ain’t got the mac, tryna run with ‘vinci sh-t, you getting kane’d and fragments cracked
my mom ain’t raise no f-cking b-tch, neither did my f-cking dad
do one on ones, that jumping sh-t is p-ssy, run up, get your gat!

- lp rambo

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