Gon' keep the fire like Rambo
Chyea, Chyea
Just like the Migo in the bando
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm off a streak, need a camo
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm on the side where you can't go
Hoe, this shit a V8, drive
Hoe, you gotta go pick a side
Yeah, she got the dope, shit lined
Chyea, she brought the fire, the hoe wildin'
She'll f*ck with the dogs like Vick
She a nasty hoe, yeah, type shit
Yeah, the top dog with it like a pit
She trynna go get hit
I spent money on yo bitch, now she won't leave me alone
Huh, yo
Go
I'm on my Roman shit, I just rock all gold
Yeah, I swear you gon' miss her when I hit that hoe
Yeah, I said f*ck my life, I reached all my goals
I reached my goddamn goals, you reached your peak and it mufukn shows
And she think she on fleek, but that hoe weak, and she just be tweakin for hoes
She hate when she don't feel attention, she hate when she don't get attention at home
I found her when she was down bad and depressed, now I put the bitch on vogue
You can't tell her shit now
Same way you can't tell me shit now, you know what I'm sayin' bitch
Gon' keep the fire like Rambo
Chyea, Chyea
Just like the Migo in the bando
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm off a streak, need a camo
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm on the side where you can't go
Hoe, this shit a V8, drive
Hoe, you gotta go pick a side
Yeah, she got the dope, shit lined
Chyea, she brought the fire, the hoe wildin'
She'll f*ck with the dogs like Vick
She a nasty hoe, yeah, type shit
Yeah, the top dog with it like a pit
She trynna go get hit
Wow, wow
I put that bitch onto fashion, I don't like bitches that's average, yeah
Made half a mil off of rapping, everything I say it's a caption, yeah
Chyea, I got too many rolls, my pants they saggin' yeah
Chyea, I put drugs in my body, that hoe she in love with the molly
I got the world in my hand, like who gon' go ahead and stop me
Chyea, these chains on me King Tut
Hoe you ran outta luck
Chyea it's whole lotta paper cuts
Ask that hoe to fill my cup
Chyea, I'm ridin' 'round with that slut
Yeah, she only came to f*ck
Chyea them boys don't f*ck with us
If they see us they outta luck
Nick Andree - Rambo (feat. anarchychild) Lyrics
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Gon' keep the fire like Rambo
Chyea, Chyea
Just like the Migo in the bando
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm off a streak, need a camo
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm on the side where you can't go
Hoe, this shit a V8, drive
Hoe, you gotta go pick a side
Yeah, she got the dope, shit lined
Chyea, she brought the fire, the hoe wildin'
She'll f*ck with the dogs like Vick
She a nasty hoe, yeah, type shit
Yeah, the top dog with it like a pit
She trynna go get hit
I spent money on yo bitch, now she won't leave me alone
Huh, yo
Go
I'm on my Roman shit, I just rock all gold
Yeah, I swear you gon' miss her when I hit that hoe
Yeah, I said f*ck my life, I reached all my goals
I reached my goddamn goals, you reached your peak and it mufukn shows
And she think she on fleek, but that hoe weak, and she just be tweakin for hoes
She hate when she don't feel attention, she hate when she don't get attention at home
I found her when she was down bad and depressed, now I put the bitch on vogue
You can't tell her shit now
Same way you can't tell me shit now, you know what I'm sayin' bitch
Gon' keep the fire like Rambo
Chyea, Chyea
Just like the Migo in the bando
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm off a streak, need a camo
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm on the side where you can't go
Hoe, this shit a V8, drive
Hoe, you gotta go pick a side
Yeah, she got the dope, shit lined
Chyea, she brought the fire, the hoe wildin'
She'll f*ck with the dogs like Vick
She a nasty hoe, yeah, type shit
Yeah, the top dog with it like a pit
She trynna go get hit
Wow, wow
I put that bitch onto fashion, I don't like bitches that's average, yeah
Made half a mil off of rapping, everything I say it's a caption, yeah
Chyea, I got too many rolls, my pants they saggin' yeah
Chyea, I put drugs in my body, that hoe she in love with the molly
I got the world in my hand, like who gon' go ahead and stop me
Chyea, these chains on me King Tut
Hoe you ran outta luck
Chyea it's whole lotta paper cuts
Ask that hoe to fill my cup
Chyea, I'm ridin' 'round with that slut
Yeah, she only came to f*ck
Chyea them boys don't f*ck with us
If they see us they outta luck
Chyea, Chyea
Just like the Migo in the bando
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm off a streak, need a camo
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm on the side where you can't go
Hoe, this shit a V8, drive
Hoe, you gotta go pick a side
Yeah, she got the dope, shit lined
Chyea, she brought the fire, the hoe wildin'
She'll f*ck with the dogs like Vick
She a nasty hoe, yeah, type shit
Yeah, the top dog with it like a pit
She trynna go get hit
I spent money on yo bitch, now she won't leave me alone
Huh, yo
Go
I'm on my Roman shit, I just rock all gold
Yeah, I swear you gon' miss her when I hit that hoe
Yeah, I said f*ck my life, I reached all my goals
I reached my goddamn goals, you reached your peak and it mufukn shows
And she think she on fleek, but that hoe weak, and she just be tweakin for hoes
She hate when she don't feel attention, she hate when she don't get attention at home
I found her when she was down bad and depressed, now I put the bitch on vogue
You can't tell her shit now
Same way you can't tell me shit now, you know what I'm sayin' bitch
Gon' keep the fire like Rambo
Chyea, Chyea
Just like the Migo in the bando
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm off a streak, need a camo
Chyea, Chyea
Hoe I'm on the side where you can't go
Hoe, this shit a V8, drive
Hoe, you gotta go pick a side
Yeah, she got the dope, shit lined
Chyea, she brought the fire, the hoe wildin'
She'll f*ck with the dogs like Vick
She a nasty hoe, yeah, type shit
Yeah, the top dog with it like a pit
She trynna go get hit
Wow, wow
I put that bitch onto fashion, I don't like bitches that's average, yeah
Made half a mil off of rapping, everything I say it's a caption, yeah
Chyea, I got too many rolls, my pants they saggin' yeah
Chyea, I put drugs in my body, that hoe she in love with the molly
I got the world in my hand, like who gon' go ahead and stop me
Chyea, these chains on me King Tut
Hoe you ran outta luck
Chyea it's whole lotta paper cuts
Ask that hoe to fill my cup
Chyea, I'm ridin' 'round with that slut
Yeah, she only came to f*ck
Chyea them boys don't f*ck with us
If they see us they outta luck
Writer: Nick Andree
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