LP Rambo - We Still lyrics
[LP Rambo - We Still lyrics]
Dear Judge, I ain't never had no real love
Sun coming out, uh uh, But i'm still up
She got a man, uh uh, but we still fuck
Pole on me lil' nigga, don't get reeled up
I switched out the 9 for the choppa
A bigger amount
Burning the rubber speed off from the cops
I think we need to hit michelin now
He leaking sweat, I showed him the Glock
I see he nervous he fidgeting now
Bro told me he just seen dude with the opps
I think we need to get rid of him now
I switched out the 9 for the chop
Then slide on the opps
She wanna smoke, then slide to the docs
I told her they yeezys
She thought they was crocs
I'm know i'm too fleezy
You know how I rock
Bitch don't hit me up if you
Ain't talking bout motherfucking rolls
I don't give a fuck bout
No fucking hoes in the
Club on the poles is as far they go
Bitch tryna tell me I be clean don't
Tell me shit that I already know
I'm out the way but niggas still die but I
Don't be around that's as far as they know
These niggas saying it's up in the air?
It better be stuck in the air
Already know when it's bussing you scared
Show no love I don't be touching her hair
We bout to see bout the ruckus in there
We popping we don't give a
Fuck if it's fair
Brodie be bold, not fucking with fear
I showed her the booth said
''we fucking in here''
Shorty what's up with you
Why is you watching me?
I'm rolling dice like monopoly
He want a story? I give him
A story with the semi-autobiography
So tell me, why these niggas knockin' me?
Why was them boys tryna bottle me?
She said i'm drippy she watery
I'm tryna have a big watch me
I'm tryna have a big watch
That's the shit that I be plottin' on
I got a wave, oh you gotten on?
I call it safe when the Glock is on
Nigga you tellin? What block you on?
We come through score like we gotten one
4th of July we popping some
I'm a bad apple a rotten one
Dear Judge, I ain't never had no real love
Sun coming out, uh uh, But i'm still up
She got a man, uh uh, but we still fuck
Pole on me lil' nigga, don't get reeled up
I switched out the 9 for the choppa
A bigger amount
Burning the rubber speed off from the cops
I think we need to hit michelin now
He leaking sweat, I showed him the Glock
I see he nervous he fidgeting now
Bro told me he just seen dude with the opps
I think we need to get rid of him now
Sun coming out, uh uh, But i'm still up
She got a man, uh uh, but we still fuck
Pole on me lil' nigga, don't get reeled up
I switched out the 9 for the choppa
A bigger amount
Burning the rubber speed off from the cops
I think we need to hit michelin now
He leaking sweat, I showed him the Glock
I see he nervous he fidgeting now
Bro told me he just seen dude with the opps
I think we need to get rid of him now
I switched out the 9 for the chop
Then slide on the opps
She wanna smoke, then slide to the docs
I told her they yeezys
She thought they was crocs
I'm know i'm too fleezy
You know how I rock
Bitch don't hit me up if you
Ain't talking bout motherfucking rolls
I don't give a fuck bout
No fucking hoes in the
Club on the poles is as far they go
Bitch tryna tell me I be clean don't
Tell me shit that I already know
I'm out the way but niggas still die but I
Don't be around that's as far as they know
These niggas saying it's up in the air?
It better be stuck in the air
Already know when it's bussing you scared
Show no love I don't be touching her hair
We bout to see bout the ruckus in there
We popping we don't give a
Fuck if it's fair
Brodie be bold, not fucking with fear
I showed her the booth said
''we fucking in here''
Shorty what's up with you
Why is you watching me?
I'm rolling dice like monopoly
He want a story? I give him
A story with the semi-autobiography
So tell me, why these niggas knockin' me?
Why was them boys tryna bottle me?
She said i'm drippy she watery
I'm tryna have a big watch me
I'm tryna have a big watch
That's the shit that I be plottin' on
I got a wave, oh you gotten on?
I call it safe when the Glock is on
Nigga you tellin? What block you on?
We come through score like we gotten one
4th of July we popping some
I'm a bad apple a rotten one
Dear Judge, I ain't never had no real love
Sun coming out, uh uh, But i'm still up
She got a man, uh uh, but we still fuck
Pole on me lil' nigga, don't get reeled up
I switched out the 9 for the choppa
A bigger amount
Burning the rubber speed off from the cops
I think we need to hit michelin now
He leaking sweat, I showed him the Glock
I see he nervous he fidgeting now
Bro told me he just seen dude with the opps
I think we need to get rid of him now