Black Rambo Lyrics – Reek Daddy
Singer: Reek Daddy
Title: Black Rambo
Heeeaay!
Yes yes y’all, it’s yo big dog
I’m just comin through fo sho do
n#gg#, it’s the mob
Used to rob them pawn shops and get my guap
On the block all night, all you heard was gunshots
Hotter than a M1-thouwow
My sh#t hit hard…n#gg# like pyaow!
Wipe the sweat from my eyebrow
Still keep it cutthroat, n#gg# never bow down
To all y’all b#tches: I wanna freak the babbi
What’s good? b#tch you want a real n#gg#?
They play the angle, I can tell you a gold digger
Somewhere I rest and I watch it get bigger
That’s yo best friend…b#tch I’m the n#gg#
3c down, live the gangsta life
California player and you know that’s right
Uuuhhhh, you know that’s right
California players live that gangsta life
Uuuhhhh, you know that’s right
California players live that gangsta life
Uuuhhhh, you know that’s right
California players live that gangsta life
Uuuhhhh, you know that’s right
California players live that gangsta life
Go streets, ok I’ll murk it
I’ll switch it up and bring it back, y’all ain’t heard this
Let me work this, I deserve this
Blood, sweat, and tears, plus there was that dirt sh#t
Now it’s my time, my flow, my rhyme, my shine
Come try to take mine: bet I use my nine
Yo ho my ho, she’s on my line
You get it, you got it? RT for life
They call me PAC-MAN the way I push them packs
The skrilla stacks as the weight subtracts
Do the math…I ain’t talkin bout block money
Clearin out a gangsta’s and everything you got money
Took the whole thang, broke it down into 8 zips
325 a buck, that’s cool sh#t
Like uuuhhhh, skrill stay online
Cut the whole thing, bagged up a thousand dimes
Like uuuhhhh, you know that’s right
California players live that gangsta life
Uuuhhhh, you know that’s right
California players live that gangsta life
Uuuhhhh, you know that’s right
California players live that gangsta life
Uuuhhhh, you know that’s right
California players live that gangsta life
Grow the green thing, I used to be a block boy
Give or wreak havoc on the track with the boss boy
I stay soapy n#gg#, fresh like a altoid
I’m a hustla, money’s what I’m bout
Call me paperboy, on the move, checking my route
Got a shot for your back, and n#gg#s running your mouth
Like click clack…blaow, lay up in the ground
I’m a solid #ss n#gg#, I ain’t scared to sit down
I’m a rider…and real riders ride hard
I’m a play this hand out til the devil play my card
I’m a gangsta, and I’m a thug for life
Ask anybody, ima bust all night
Ima ride to the light, ima crest for life
Catch me on the block, and ima go all hyphy
My nig, what you wanta get hit with?
The 40 round cal, or the 30 round killa?
I go thrilla, served up on the change and get that skrill, f#ck gorillas
Playin wit them toys, ain’t none of em little
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