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letra de no competition - remble

[verse]
i might really want to spray dude
but sometimes it’s best you feed the snakes too
if you listen to me closely i could lace you
but don’t get to talking too much, that’s what feds do
it’s war outside so i had to throw on the lead-proof
what’s the odds one of these busters get a headshot
i’ve seen a ruger and a glock make a bed rock
i hid the burner and the money in the best spot
i’m finna blow these n-ggas worried, they’ll get left out
i needed dough, i thought a safe could be the best route
b-tches tryna rape the kid when i was fresh out
i used to game the b-tch, but she just throw the neck now
i threw the hoe in doggie, she said it’s the best out
smith & wesson, hollow points cause it’s the best round
when my n-ggas hop out trippin’, it’s a man down
when i hear b-tches say it’s remble is the best hound
stinc team dumbass, go ‘head and hate now
i seen him at me eight times, and he got eight rounds
bake a cake for him, hit him with a fake smile
he in the lake swimming somewhere with his face down
do these n-ggas insist they want to stay out
my n-ggas in the pen wishing they could break out
i watched a n-gga catch a body his first day out
i puppet master situations, watch ’em play out
all that money he was flexin’, in my pocket n-gga, stop it n-gga
riding’ with my rocket, i don’t think you want to pop it to ’em
got a blower and some mops, but he don’t ever pop it at ’em
grab the poke, i’m finna stab ’em
blitz ’em now let’s play some madden
new additions to them boys, now let’s make subtractions
i’m not really like them other boys, because i’m never lackin’
i’ll pull out them choppas on them boys, i never ride without ’em
with the static, really pull up trippin’ holdin’ automatics
it’s remble walkin’ down the street with heat, he finna pop it
if you pop it, leave you in the street leakin’ on the concrete
if it’s real, murder down and go and catch a body
i’ve been traumatized ever since i went and caught a nine
they stole my bellies, grab my glisey then his cinnabon
seen a buster up in target and i made him give it up
these n-gga say they sendin’ shots but they ain’t really sending nothing
n-ggas call me cuzzo everyday and we ain’t even cousins
b-tch tell me she love me everyday and we ain’t even f-ckin’
a lot of n-gga callin’ me big bro, but they don’t know my mother
pull up with that look up on my face and make a n-gga stutter
like no other, really in the function stripping every buster
ea sports in the game but i ain’t playin’ n-gga
that’s for all them n-ggas that was snitchin’ always playing victim
when i see you out in traffic, i ain’t playin’ with you
i feel myself outside my body when i spray the pistol
it’s remble

- remble

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