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Bryson Tiller
Rambo

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This, uh, this, this is not, this, this is not, this, this is not a mutha, a muthafuckin' game, muthafucka This is not, this, this is not, a muthafuckin' game, why you playin', boy? I'm just sayin', boy, uh, yeah Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan, Ulan Yeah, Rambo, they beggin' for mercy like the Lambo Know they told me kill em' all, goddamn, though I know they wanna see me fall to where I am, though On two feet, that's where I stand, though I'm a fuckin' killer like a Rambo No ammo, they see me on the scene, yo Nigga, I just kill em' cause I can, though I'm as humble as they come But you fuckin' with the wrong one Boy, you fuckin' with the wrong one It's that new Pink Griffey, watch that nigga get a home run Watch him hit it, that's a home run I ain't playin' with you niggas, I'm a Louisville And I'm the real estate acrylic for them niggas if they doubt it Say I'm flippin' up, but so is the money counter I've been gettin' up, bout to pay myself allowance And I save it like the bell, I can't take no more L's The day I sell my soul, that's the day I go to hell Been puttin' on a show, just like Dave on Chappelle They ain't make it in the credits, I'ma tell em' all Well, tell Steve, don't let no more bitches in the hotel Niggas gotta get to work, girl, unless you gon' twerk Song while I lay this verse on em' Damn, this lifestyle got a lot of perks on it I'm just sayin', niggas, young Tiller, yo, Rambo They beggin' for mercy like the Lambo No, they told me kill em' all, goddamn, no I know they wanna see me fall, look where I am, though On two feet, that's where I stand, though I'm a fuckin' killer like Rambo No ammo, they see me on the stand, yo Nigga, I just kill em' cause I can, though This ain't temporary, I been out here lettin' em' know New cat, years later, best of best is too long I been workin' hard, I been doin' better, you know Peep the freeloaders, we won't be breakin' bread with em', no She chose me over him cause he was so regular Oh, he was so regular, I'm like a butler gettin' his dough I'm like a muscle or a motherfuckin' predator Hold on, hold on, soldier like Contra I don't fuck with thotties, I pass it on my partner All gold and everything, bitch, I'm Fort Knoxin' New sports car, man, I'm new Porsche coppin' Two-door hoppin', girl, you know how I spin And I been tryna budget my checks and the rest of my money, money Rubber bands gettin' stretched with the hunnids, hunnids MVP up a day with the money, money Don't I make the haters unsaid with the money, bitch, I'm comin' Cause this is not, this is not, this is not a motherfuckin' game This, this is not, this is not, this is, this is not A motherfuckin' game, why you playin', boy? I'm just sayin', boy That's all Hey!
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