Back to Top

Germ - RAMBO Lyrics



Germ - RAMBO Lyrics
Official




Hey Yago
Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)
Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)

I'm with the chopstick, F*ckThePopulation
Why you hating? Need to rock, bitch
Hold my Glocky and my Percy, no concerns for law, bitch
I'm off the Wok, I'm worth a lot, I got this off the raw shit
I'm nauseous, coughin', often backwoods taste like Neapolitan
Sloppy, please excuse me, Beer Can Dan the f*ckin' prophet is
Back in action, bitch, was hanging, duckin' in my rocket ship
All these bitches love me, who knows what they f*ckin' problem is
Shameless money, the parliament
We move like, "Where the bombs, lil bitch?"
We conquered it, tossed a bomb in it
Bad Shit still the set now, who the f*ck want war with this?
In that 'Rari, smashin' it, pulled up to the bank
Act an ass in it, f*cking 'round with these savages, Bad Shit

Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)
Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Hey Yago
Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)
Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)

I'm with the chopstick, F*ckThePopulation
Why you hating? Need to rock, bitch
Hold my Glocky and my Percy, no concerns for law, bitch
I'm off the Wok, I'm worth a lot, I got this off the raw shit
I'm nauseous, coughin', often backwoods taste like Neapolitan
Sloppy, please excuse me, Beer Can Dan the f*ckin' prophet is
Back in action, bitch, was hanging, duckin' in my rocket ship
All these bitches love me, who knows what they f*ckin' problem is
Shameless money, the parliament
We move like, "Where the bombs, lil bitch?"
We conquered it, tossed a bomb in it
Bad Shit still the set now, who the f*ck want war with this?
In that 'Rari, smashin' it, pulled up to the bank
Act an ass in it, f*cking 'round with these savages, Bad Shit

Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)
Damn bro, too hot to handle, that thirty mando
Cash flow, won't stop that cash flow, my wrist too damn cold
Rambo, I think I'm Rambo, done crashed the Lambo
Damn hoe, that throat go, (uh)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Jerry Antoine
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Back to: Germ



Germ - RAMBO Video
(Show video at the top of the page)


Performed By: Germ
Length: 2:13
Written by: Jerry Antoine

Tags:
No tags yet