Joyner Lucas - Rambo (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Joyner Lucas - Rambo (en) Lyrics
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I got the sniper on top of
the roof (Roof, ayy)
You'll never hear when I shoot (Shoot)
Bitch, you know I got nothin'
to lose (Lose, shh, uh)
Don't ever hear when I
shoot (Ayy, pew, ayy)
I'm finna shoot out this bitch
like I'm Rambo (Rambo)
They can't see me, I blend
in like camo (Yeah, yeah)
Fully loaded, won't run
out of ammo (Bah)
Ain't no problem that I couldn't
handle (Bah, bah, bah)
I got the sniper on top of the
roof (Top of the roof, top of
the roof, ayy, yeah, yeah)
You'll never hear when I shoot (Shoot,
they'll never hear when I shoot)
This a double-barreled shotgun,
fully loaded (Ayy)
Loyalty, you should've showed it
I got a rap book full
of Covid (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, you bite, then you could
expose it (Ayy, ayy)
This is a typo, couldn't
focus (Focus, focus)
I cannot tell if your shit watered
down or it's sugar-coated
Your shit trash, I should've
wrote it (Ayy, ayy)
My shit crack, y'all coulda
sold it (Sold it, woo)
I had your girl so high, lil'
bitch could've floated
I might just roll up, get unfolded
Dick so big, bitch, couldn't hol' it
She wanna keep it so I had to mould it
This ain't no rap shit, I'm a poet
This ain't no cap shit, this
a moment (Yeah, yeah)
Wishin' infatuation
She say she wanna know how I fuck,
bitch, use your imagination
Nigga, my crib so big, I need
me a navigation (Ayy)
I got bullets and clips and
they ain't got no name
I let go on the bitch, had
to run in that shit
Be like, "Hold up, lil' bitch,
where you goin'?" (Bah,
bah-bah, bah, bah-bah)
I keep the stick where I'm at
I'm player so I keep a bitch
where I'm at (Yeah, yeah)
And when I'm outside, it's a blick
where I'm at (Bah, bah)
And if we at war, you can't sit/see
where I'm at (Grrah, grrah)
This cash on your head,
you can never relax
I used to lock out for the drink
I used to abuse it, I'm
mad, I have to relapse
I'm ridin' millions on millions and I'm
from the streets, I had to adapt
That's why I keep a MAC in the back
Can't turn my back on the trap
Listen, watch how they breathe, nigga,
they catch a asthma attacks
I know I got them MAC on my lap
I remember them days I
was traffickin' crack
Cops on my dick, we was
catchin' some flack
I ain't never had much,
I just happen to rap
Niggas hate on me, I g-g-
get the gat on they ass
I can bet that I
Won't be around when the
murders increase
Stayin' a hundred of years in peace
Ain't have a bag, I went
half on the lease
If you my brother ain't gotta
keep reachin', no (Yeah)
And I'ma need more than a piece (Yeah)
Can't trust a ho, 'cause these hoes
for the streets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just tell that boy, "Keep
that ho on a leash"
Bitch, I had enough, she don't know when
to leave (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I've been on my motherfuckin'
business way (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' like a motherfuckin'
business man (Yeah)
All these niggas know that
I done been this way
I'm a fuckin' menace, you never can
commend this pain (Yeah, yeah)
Pedal to metal, my metal
can end a nigga life
Leave a nigga dead in the ghetto,
I hit him with the pipe
Maybe lay your head in the pillow,
I stick with a knife
You ain't on my level, you never can
live up to the hype, alright
I, I, I gave a hundred
to niggas in jail
You want a lawyer, just
send me your Zelle
The 'Raq on my back even
though I was frail
Count it up, I had to
climb them stairs
This for my niggas locked
down in a cell
Countin' them days, no one's
writing you mail
Me and my pistol like Kenan and Kel
Bitch, I'm all that, you
can see for yourself
That Glock go, "Boom" (That
Glock go, "Boom")
But that switch go, "Frrtt"
(Yeah, yeah)
When I'm in that room (When
I'm in that room)
Money counter go, "Frrtt" (Hey, hey)
She gon' suck dick 'til I pee (Ayy)
She like, "Why you so
mad at me?" (Ayy)
When this shot go off, you bleed
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