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Bryson Tiller - Rambo lyrics

This is not, this is not
This is not, this is not a motherf**
A motherf**ing game, motherf**er, this is not
This is not, a motherf**ing game, why you playin' boy?
I'm just saying boy
Yeah

Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo'
No they told me k** them all, goddamn though
I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though
On two feet, that's where I stand though
I'm a true f**ing k**er, like Rambo
No ammo, they send me on the sand yo
n***a I just k** em because I can though

I'm as humble as they come, but you're f**ing with the wrong one
Boy you're f**ing with the wrong one
This that new Pen Griffey watch that n***a get a home run
Watch him hit it, it's a home run
I ain't playin' wit' you n***a's
I'm a true louis Villain
I'm the realest, they acrylic
f** them n***as if they doubt it
Say I'm flippin' up, but so is a money counter
I've been getting up, gotta pay my self allowance
And I save it like the bail, I can't take no more L's
The day I sell my soul, that's the day I go to hell
Been putting on a show, just like Dave Chappelle
They ain't make it in the credits, imma tell them oh well
Tell Steve, don't let no more b**hes in the hotel
n***as gotta get the work, girl unless you gon twerk something
Lotta ladies, verse on em'
Damn this lifestyle got a lot of perks on it, I'm just saying n***a (Young Tiller)
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Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo'
No they told me k** them all, goddamn though
I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though
On two feet, that's where I stand though
I'm a true f**ing k**er, like Rambo
No ammo, they send me on the sand yo
n***a I just k** em because I can though

This ain't temporary, I've been out here, letting them know
New cat, years later, best as Sylvester Stallone
I've been working hard, I've been doing better, ya know
Beat the freeloaders, we won't be breaking bread with them though
She chose me over him, cause he's was so regular, oh
He was so regular, I'm like a butler, getting this dough
I'm like a monster, or a motherf**ing predator
Oh-na-na-na, Soldier like Contra
I don't f** with thotties, I pa** them to my partner
All gold everything, b**h I'm Fort Knoxin'
New sports car man
I'm new Porsche coppin', Two door hop in
Girl you know how I've been
And I've been trying to budge in my checks with the rest with the money, money
Rubber bands getting stretched with the hundreds, hundreds
M.V.P upper deck with the money, money
Don't I make the haters upset with the money
b**h I'm coming

This is not, this is not
This is not, this is not a motherf**
A motherf**ing game, motherf**er, This is not
This is not, a motherf**ing game, why you playin' boy?
I'm just saying boy
Tiller!

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