LP Rambo - Hangman lyrics

[LP Rambo - Hangman lyrics]

When niggas fall out of love
Ain't nothing greater than drugs
Me, myself
I gotta take it to the chin like a thug
I gotta take it to the chin and
Charge that shit to this game man
Better guess what my name is
Bitch we playing hangman
Don't pass no 22LR to me that little shit
When I was a little jit had little sticks
(Bow bow bow)
That was for my brother little bitch
(Bow bow bow) took a video a little flick

I took a video a flick of that
But I will never post it
I be hurtin' everytime you see me
I don't ever show it
I be chilling by my lonely I
Don't want a soul to notice
And don't ask for no pressure bitch
If you ain't tryna hold it
Going crazy sincе I lost Jaywavy
I done lost control now
Fuckin' round with that hoe that hoe
Fuckin' round with thе whole crowd
I say let me find his ass
I'll confiscate his soul now
Roll up in that '28 Sedan i'm Al Capone now
Leave me alone clown i'll get make
This shit a horror film
Made him sit back on the
Porch he was never him
My girl ain't no thot
I say "good shit you was never Kim"
I lurk in that water with
Piranhas you ain't never swim
Light shit up at night I told
My mama it was never dim
Make his homeboys put they cash
Up to embezzle him
No that shit ain't cool I
Know that feelin' is unsettling
I caught plenty
(Shhh) I got too much shit to relish in
So don't do no medaling, Scooby nigga
Foolie with that Toolie nigga make
That shit a movie nigga
Why would I speak cap if all
A nigga wear is Truie's, nigga?
He tryna finesse i'm like
"you tryna fool me, nigga?"

When niggas fall out of love
Ain't nothing greater than drugs
Me, myself
I gotta take it to the chin like a thug
I gotta take it to the chin and
Charge that shit to this game man
Better guess what my name is
Bitch we playing hangman
Don't pass no 22LR to me that little shit
When I was a little jit had little sticks
(Bow bow bow)
That was for my brother little bitch
(Bow bow bow) took a video a little flick

Took a video, yeah, took a little flick
Flip that kill switch you get
6 shots like Bill bitch, uh
Disgusting flow king if I stop
Rapping you still sick, uh
Let's run up a band I ain't tryna beef
Let's get to a mill and shit
If he try to kill i'm like "Foreal?"
He just fucked it up for real
Out my mind i'm looking at the
Wall and out the window seal
It's the best when I don't feel
Don't be shocked i'm being real
You gone get your dumb ass killed you
Lacking out here with no wheels
I ain't had a heart thew
That shit into the air, cause I didn't care
Bro geeked off a bitch i'm like
"Bro where?" Sike I didn't stare
If it's going there boy just go there
Nigga didn't dare
Smoke your dumb ass anywhere
I got shooters everywhere
I ain't holding shit back for no one
Shit get lit up like a
Blunt he wanna kick it, i don't punt
I don't got no double self made
Killer I don't need no stunt
Better pop me if you up cause I
Ain't gone bow down to no gun

When niggas fall out of love
Ain't nothing greater than drugs
Me, myself
I gotta take it to the chin like a thug
I gotta take it to the chin and
Charge that shit to this game man
Better guess what my name is
Bitch we playing hangman
Don't pass no 22LR to me that little shit
When I was a little jit had little sticks
(Bow bow bow)
That was for my brother little bitch
(Bow bow bow) took a video a little flick

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