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Bryson Tiller - Rambo (Last Blood) (feat. The Weeknd) (432 Hz)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
Eduard Khil'
Eduard Khil'
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Veniamin Basner
Veniamin Basner
Songwriter
J. Scruggs
J. Scruggs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Chris King
Chris King
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Mixing Engineer
Syk Sens
Syk Sens
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, Rambo They beggin' for mercy, like the Lambo' (Lambo') Know they told me kill 'em all, goddamn though I know they wanna see me fall, look where I am though On two feet, that's where I stand though I'm a true fuckin' killer, like Rambo No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo Nigga, I just kill 'em 'cause I can, though (na, na, na, na, na) I just signed a deal so big that it's a secret Victoria's Secret Angels dancin' 'round me for a reason Spread your wings for me like I'm Freddie Mercury But baby, you should call me King, you know that it's my season I'm 'bout to re-up, made another killin' in Reno I couldn't leave her until I paid a visit to P.O. Too much tequila, I had too much tequila They cuffed me like I was single, fuck it, I'm back to Henny Thank the Lord, didn't kill me in the elevator Wasn't my time, saved my soul downstairs for later Cheat death every day, never play fair Roll stress all day, blow it in the air Had to kill the pop game so they know what's up Now I'm poppin' back swift, had to shake it off Sobriety is an enemy, I'm sorry, mama Society now acceptin' me, pray for the young ones I'm from the Scar town city No love from the town where a nigga never ever blow up Now they love me 'cause I shine, shorty If you ain't fuckin', then it's time, shorty I see the truth inside your eyes, shorty If you don't love me, then you lied to me If you don't love me, then you lied to me Swallow all your pride for me Or you can swallow all the time for me Now you can tell me how that taste, girl Gene Simmons tongue but I ain't down for the kissin' My nigga got a scope and I ain't talkin' 'bout the rinsin' My niggas hittin' notes and I ain't talkin' 'bout the singin' I'm breaking billboards from my city Got me thinkin' I'm a muhfuckin' villain in my town Heath Ledger, 'bout to O.D Married to the game, I ain't never gettin' cold feet Killin' all these lames, lot of motherfuckers owe me I just stay quiet, I just let the money climb high Hey, yeah, like Rambo (damn) They beggin' for mercy, like the Lambo (Lambo) Know they told me kill 'em all, goddamn though I know they wanna see me fall, look where I am though (where I am though) On two feet, that's where I stand though I'm a true fuckin' killer, like Rambo No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo Nigga, I just kill 'em 'cause I can Ain't have the time, but I got time now Okay, I see what's on the line now Oh, he let up? Bitch, let me find out I might have to turn up, I mean turn this shit upside down And let's keep it cool, I see the fear inside they eyes now Crunch time, think I might have spared his life one time Felt the storm another time Okay, now it's fuckin' time 45 to run time, I fortify my run time That's why they flee when they saw me come up on the front line Fuck with me, see them shots flyin', oh, what's wrong now? Revenant, I show up there in blood like it's on now Really tryna see me in my muhfuckin' zone now Just another day to me, but Weeknd on my songs now They thought they was right, they was wrong now Losses to biggest bosses in my phone now Positive, I'ma prosper, the mental strong now Fuck "woe is me", G.O.A.T. is me (God, Tiller) Nigga, I'm just sayin' This is not- This is not a, uh This is not a mother- A motherfuckin' game This is, this is not- This is not, this is- This is not- A motherfuckin' game, why you playin', boy? I'm just sayin', boy
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Joshua Quinton Scruggs, Bryson Dujuan Tiller, Raju Dass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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