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Rambo (PMEDIA)
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Yo, yo
Blood on my rambo, blood on my kitchen
Blood on my cutlass, blood on my flick ting
I had his flesh on my knife when I dipped him
Swung at his face and ripped it (Ching)
Swung at his face and ripped it (What the fuck?)
Gold and Dior, we out in the mall, we switchin' (Skrrt)
That money, I know how to get it
'Cause where I come from, it's only right that we get it (Yo)
Rest up Rose, free JoJo (That's gang)
Shout right five, still brickin' and Oso (Oso)
All of my guys take lives, they're loco
Draco on a show, man, they're meanin' the YOLO (Yo)
I'm in America, strapped with a Beretta (Ayy)
Ain't leavin' my knife, that's a London in me (Ayy)
I'll take out your flesh, try troubling me (Try)
I got boy you wanna know, just touch him and see (Yo)
The first one the mandem caught was a miskeen (Slap him)
Can't blame them, they were young, only fifteen (Fifteen)
Went to Dubai and suttin' got sliced
Had the whole of the UK causin' a big scene (Yo)
Landed in MIA, left from Heathrow (Yo)
I'm in the USA, need me a freak ho (Yo)
Wouldn't mind Ruby, Rose or Dream, though (Yo)
Back it up, slap it up, drop it, no deepthroat
Blood on my rambo, blood on my kitchen
Blood on my cutlass, blood on my flick ting
I had his flesh on my knife when I dipped him
Swung at his face and ripped it (Ching)
Swung at his face and ripped it (What the fuck?)
Gold and Dior, we out in the mall, we switchin' (Skrrt)
That money, I know how to get it
'Cause where I come from, it's only right that we get it
It's only right that we get it (Yeah)
Only be right that all the Glocks got switches (Baow)
And, no, it ain't no more semis (No)
Automatic come through, everybody get it (Baow, baow, baow)
You ain't gotta move, you can get hit (Baow, baow)
Catch me at the zoo, Z26 (Baow)
Boy, you a fool wifin' that bitch
Stuck in my coupe, givin' you kids
Now I got rich, I can fuck whoever (Yeah)
I got them bands like bread, I spread 'em (Yeah)
Ain't nothin' but blues on my schedule (Baow, baow)
I play fair, no, no, not ever (No)
I spare no, lacker, go wet 'em (No)
I still'll up, fire on the devil (Baow)
He got blood all on his sweater (Grr)
Blood on my rambo, blood on my kitchen
Blood on my cutlass, blood on my flick ting
I had his flesh on my knife when I dipped him
Swung at his face and ripped it (Ayy, ayy)
Swung at his face and ripped it (What the fuck?)
Gold and Dior, we out in the mall, we switchin' (Skrrt)
That money, I know how to get it
'Cause where I come from, it's only right that we get it (Grr)
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