Lyrics

I'm my own man, I don't really need nobody But niggas trippin', I got smokey on speed dial If I miss my shot then my brother gon' get my rebound My niggas ridin' 'round with them blammers that's knocking trees down Where I'm from, shut up, bitch, I knock your teeth out Your bitch came in this party with you, she leave with me now I taught y'all A's and B's so y'all could see now These niggas still don't understand shit, they must be senile Lay him down, put him to sleep, tuck him like a wood Remble, he known to carry dicks, ain't talking sporting goods Run up on remble, please do, I wish a nigga would I rip the body off the sweater 'cause I'm from the hood Niggas be tweakin', I dare 'em to test me as a man Niggas bе talkin' but never offerеd a helping hand Niggas is busters, on my mama, niggas cap a lot One-man band, I promise I'm the real dirty Dan I'm bringing niggas lots of hurt ain't talking Max Payne I put my girl in 69 so we could match brain Niggas my sons, you would think we shared a last name Finna make niggas disappear like I was Dave Blaine She said I had great pipe, was it that good? I had the bitch Russian cream like a backwood I'm really known to beat the pussy like I hate cats I got the game wrapped up like a Arab If she ain't fuckin' just tell the bitch to get out of there Makin' me nervous I'm pootin' harder than Vladimir You bitches prankers, on my mama, bitches stay cappin' Bitch, take a shower, wash that pussy or I ain't whackin' I hang with niggas with that robbin' and that safe crackin' I keep a .40, bitch, it's only so I ain't lackin' I tried to put these niggas on but these niggas hoes Crack cousin once and gave the pussy a bloody nose It's remble, we cut them feet 'til his toes bleed All that tough talkin', you better show me It's remble, I don't need no friends or homies I stand on a king's tail like I'm Kofi I'm always poppin' hot shit, get whipped out and shoelace This nigga wavin' a five and a camera thinkin' he blueface or one take Line up three niggas, I'll show you one snake That pump fake, niggas is hoes, these niggas is cupcakes Can't trust these bitches, they a trip, I call 'em Ella Mai Bitch cheat on me, I guarantee she see them Heaven gates This bitch got a deep throat, I might just risk it all I call my white bitch Lonzo 'cause she be lickin' balls Give a mark a black eye and tell his people he fell down Don't think you can't get popped, even John Cena caught twelve rounds Stomp his ears on the pavement, tell him, "Tell me how hell sound" This nigga went and cropped me and all his people are hellbound It's remble
Writer(s): Daniel Kalmykov, Eunique Remble Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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