LP Rambo - BIG SIX BABY lyrics

[LP Rambo - BIG SIX BABY lyrics]

All you niggas bitches in my eyes
I ain't tell no lie
Pull up with that fire you don't
Bang step to the side
They don't want no smoke they
Want a Nobel Peace Prize
We ain't putting shit down over
Here that's on my side
Your main bitch my side
I told her come slide
She ain't wanna drive
She hit me with a bribe
Point it at your eyes do what I want
You hypnotized got no opps they hide
Can't find 'em when I ride

All you these capping, all for a reaction
Hop out on the street them
Boys from Laflin spraying rapid
They just do the yapping, we do the attacking
On the block like Dwight Howard
With the fuckin' magic
Yeah I got my tool, like Inspector Gadget
Don't die over a patek
You know them niggas had it
Don't let this shit get drastic
AR with 2 attachments
We spray at yall in masses
I ball out like T Haddish
We active, yall niggas say yall active
TEC on me now i'll hack shit
Might not be built for the rap shit
With no makeup on she a catfish
Gang in this bitch going bat shit crazy
We ain't on shit? You bat shit crazy
100 round shit you can catch this 80

All you niggas bitches in my eyes
I ain't tell no lie
Pull up with that fire you don't
Bang step to the side
They don't want no smoke they
Want a Nobel Peace Prize
We ain't putting shit down over
Here that's on my side
Your main bitch my side
I told her come slide
She ain't wanna drive
She hit me with a bribe
Point it at your eyes do what I want
You hypnotized got no opps they hide
Can't find 'em when I ride

Money be all that I think about if it's bout
Money I won't have to think it out
They say ''It's hot
Veli what is the mink about?''
I say ''I'm cold as a bitch
So don't single out me''
Lame nigga still wanna bring around beef
He might be gay, why he thinking bout me?
Go ask your bitch why she singing bout me
4 nickle, I just might bring about 3
She said she feel like she ordinary
Crazy what she doing for a penny
Pack your shit move to the cemetery
LP the Rambo Gang mercenary
Moving shit we be transporting heavy
Tommy Gun that shit extraordinary
Throwing shade, nigga you know you petty
You won't pop out, we know you scary
I won't hit if she won't let me record her
She say i'm mysterious that's just my aura
Tip of the MAC just got hotter than Florida
I spun and then got him but not in that order
Talking bout show her more love
And i'm counting my blessings
So don't tell me what you need more of
Catch a opp then take a flight out to Bora
I'm eating so good man
The food getting tore up

All you niggas bitches in my eyes
I ain't tell no lie
Pull up with that fire you don't
Bang step to the side
They don't want no smoke they
Want a Nobel Peace Prize
We ain't putting shit down over
Here that's on my side
Your main bitch my side
I told her come slide
She ain't wanna drive
She hit me with a bribe
Point it at your eyes do what I want
You hypnotized got no opps they hide
Can't find 'em when I ride

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