LP Rambo - It’s Your Fault lyrics
[LP Rambo - It’s Your Fault lyrics]
My blunt longer than Betty White lifespan
Keep that Glock on me it's my life man
Nigga saying RIP to his fallen right hand
When his ass was woofing he
Was just being a hypeman it's your fault
Had to bring it to a hault aye
Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye
Can't even talk
Diamonds all over my jaw aye
My shit off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul
Wake up
Spark it in the morning start it high as fuck
You know I am big on weapons
I ain't gotta lie to ya ride for us
Okay but when feds come you best quiet up
If you fail to quiet up I will
Not fail to light ya up
Cheez-It niggas square as fuck
Woofing for no reason
I got different condoms on me
Seems it's hood hoe season
Since 11 had enough reason to go demon
I can't even smile man
I don't do no cheesing
If you need it get away cause
I don't do no feenin yea
If you need me call my phone
I don't do no reading yea
The chicago crown? Okay, tell
Them niggas keep it, yea
Blow it off they head, Okay
I don't think you need it yea
Niggas cap more than a truckdriver outfit
Mama asked me where do I
See myself without this
Simple answer, it's no other way out this
I'm the best like hands down
And goofy niggas pouting
My blunt longer than Betty White lifespan
Keep that Glock on me it's my life man
Nigga saying RIP to his fallen right hand
When his ass was woofing he
Was just being a hypeman it's your fault
Had to bring it to a hault aye
Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye
Can't even talk
Diamonds all over my jaw aye
My shit off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul
You been lying ever since
You could breathe nigga
I'm allergic to the capping
Made me sneeze nigga
We not feminist we been saying
We don't need niggas
Had to send her down alone
She can't keep a nigga
She's a thot, uh huh, seen my spot
Now she tryna come around, bloodclaut, uh huh
I think not, uh huh, you a fraud
First he wanted beef but now he down to stop
Uh huh
My blunt longer than Betty White lifespan
Keep that Glock on me it's my life man
Nigga saying RIP to his fallen right hand
When his ass was woofing he
Was just being a hypeman it's your fault
Had to bring it to a hault aye
Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye
Can't even talk
Diamonds all over my jaw aye
My shit off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul
Keep that Glock on me it's my life man
Nigga saying RIP to his fallen right hand
When his ass was woofing he
Was just being a hypeman it's your fault
Had to bring it to a hault aye
Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye
Can't even talk
Diamonds all over my jaw aye
My shit off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul
Wake up
Spark it in the morning start it high as fuck
You know I am big on weapons
I ain't gotta lie to ya ride for us
Okay but when feds come you best quiet up
If you fail to quiet up I will
Not fail to light ya up
Cheez-It niggas square as fuck
Woofing for no reason
I got different condoms on me
Seems it's hood hoe season
Since 11 had enough reason to go demon
I can't even smile man
I don't do no cheesing
If you need it get away cause
I don't do no feenin yea
If you need me call my phone
I don't do no reading yea
The chicago crown? Okay, tell
Them niggas keep it, yea
Blow it off they head, Okay
I don't think you need it yea
Niggas cap more than a truckdriver outfit
Mama asked me where do I
See myself without this
Simple answer, it's no other way out this
I'm the best like hands down
And goofy niggas pouting
My blunt longer than Betty White lifespan
Keep that Glock on me it's my life man
Nigga saying RIP to his fallen right hand
When his ass was woofing he
Was just being a hypeman it's your fault
Had to bring it to a hault aye
Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye
Can't even talk
Diamonds all over my jaw aye
My shit off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul
You been lying ever since
You could breathe nigga
I'm allergic to the capping
Made me sneeze nigga
We not feminist we been saying
We don't need niggas
Had to send her down alone
She can't keep a nigga
She's a thot, uh huh, seen my spot
Now she tryna come around, bloodclaut, uh huh
I think not, uh huh, you a fraud
First he wanted beef but now he down to stop
Uh huh
My blunt longer than Betty White lifespan
Keep that Glock on me it's my life man
Nigga saying RIP to his fallen right hand
When his ass was woofing he
Was just being a hypeman it's your fault
Had to bring it to a hault aye
Money walk, how much moneys in your vault aye
Can't even talk
Diamonds all over my jaw aye
My shit off the wall got 3 on me Chris Paul
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