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400 Video (MV)




Performed By: Rambro the Bexgawd
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Daniel Lewis




Rambro the Bexgawd - 400 Lyrics
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Bro bloque o nin gun Bloque
Yuh
Turn me up Biz
Huh
I need the real love
Keep the fake shit I don't want it
I don't want it
I been a real nigga since day one Four Hunnit
Four hunnit
Aey
You run up you done up you dead
Zddoaw
I need the real love
Keep the fake shit
I don't want
Unhuhhh
I been a real Nigga since day one Four Hunnit
Zddoaw
I hit the trap hard wit the base runners doing numbers
Yuh
I hit the back yard
If you take from us then you done up
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhuhhh
Niggas ain't trapping
Niggas just rapping
Niggas be f*cking up bread
Whip the base hard for the runners
Hit the trap hard doing numbers
Use to hit the yard trying to come up
I hit fifty large that's a bum up
I use to cop the work from a gringo
Daughter name Mya
I'm popping like cinco
I'm after c notes
Stick to the G code
Before you unload
First learn to reload
I want a kilo
Bubble like keloids
Life is a free throw
Life as a D Boy
Niggas ain't right
Niggas is decoys
Stuck in the way
Get the f*ck out my face
Muvvaf*cka
Zddoaw
I need the real love
Keep the fake shit
I don't want
Unhuhhh
I been a real Nigga since day one Four Hunnit
Zddoaw
I hit the trap hard
Wit the base runners doing numbers
Yuh
I hit the back yard
If you take from us then you done up
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhuhhh
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhhhh
I hit the trap hard
Wit the base runners doing numbers
Zddoaww
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Living illegal
Sipping on Tito's
All of my bitches they rock like the beetles
All this designer I rock cost a kilo
I'm Rocking that Red
Got me feeling like Debo
Word to my ego
Bitches be C-O's
My niggas big balling
You smaller than Rio's
Give her the paws I ain't talking like Cheetos
She holding my balls
So I stored her as speedos
Give her a lead role
She was a Leo
Not in the movie
But shoot it like b role
Air bnb and she gave me the key code
She think I'm the future
That's why she in beast mode
Beware cause I'm hot
And aware that the streets cold
Been rolling on niggas a team full of pre rolls
Knock on ya door
You get more than a peep hole
These niggas ain't gangstas
They searching for cheat codes
Zddoaw
I need the real love
Keep the fake shit
I don't want
Unhuhhh
I been a real Nigga since day one Four Hunnit
Zddoaw
I hit the trap hard
Wit the base runners doing numbers
Yuh
I hit the back yard
If you take from us then you done up
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhuhhh
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhhhh
I hit the trap hard wit the base runners doing numbers
Zddoaww
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhuhhh
Fake shit i don't want it
Day one for hunnit
Trap hard wit the base runners doing numbers
Take from us then you done up
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Bro bloque o nin gun Bloque
Yuh
Turn me up Biz
Huh
I need the real love
Keep the fake shit I don't want it
I don't want it
I been a real nigga since day one Four Hunnit
Four hunnit
Aey
You run up you done up you dead
Zddoaw
I need the real love
Keep the fake shit
I don't want
Unhuhhh
I been a real Nigga since day one Four Hunnit
Zddoaw
I hit the trap hard wit the base runners doing numbers
Yuh
I hit the back yard
If you take from us then you done up
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhuhhh
Niggas ain't trapping
Niggas just rapping
Niggas be f*cking up bread
Whip the base hard for the runners
Hit the trap hard doing numbers
Use to hit the yard trying to come up
I hit fifty large that's a bum up
I use to cop the work from a gringo
Daughter name Mya
I'm popping like cinco
I'm after c notes
Stick to the G code
Before you unload
First learn to reload
I want a kilo
Bubble like keloids
Life is a free throw
Life as a D Boy
Niggas ain't right
Niggas is decoys
Stuck in the way
Get the f*ck out my face
Muvvaf*cka
Zddoaw
I need the real love
Keep the fake shit
I don't want
Unhuhhh
I been a real Nigga since day one Four Hunnit
Zddoaw
I hit the trap hard
Wit the base runners doing numbers
Yuh
I hit the back yard
If you take from us then you done up
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhuhhh
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhhhh
I hit the trap hard
Wit the base runners doing numbers
Zddoaww
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Living illegal
Sipping on Tito's
All of my bitches they rock like the beetles
All this designer I rock cost a kilo
I'm Rocking that Red
Got me feeling like Debo
Word to my ego
Bitches be C-O's
My niggas big balling
You smaller than Rio's
Give her the paws I ain't talking like Cheetos
She holding my balls
So I stored her as speedos
Give her a lead role
She was a Leo
Not in the movie
But shoot it like b role
Air bnb and she gave me the key code
She think I'm the future
That's why she in beast mode
Beware cause I'm hot
And aware that the streets cold
Been rolling on niggas a team full of pre rolls
Knock on ya door
You get more than a peep hole
These niggas ain't gangstas
They searching for cheat codes
Zddoaw
I need the real love
Keep the fake shit
I don't want
Unhuhhh
I been a real Nigga since day one Four Hunnit
Zddoaw
I hit the trap hard
Wit the base runners doing numbers
Yuh
I hit the back yard
If you take from us then you done up
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhuhhh
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhhhh
I hit the trap hard wit the base runners doing numbers
Zddoaww
You run up you done up you dead
You run up you done up you dead
Unhuhhh
Fake shit i don't want it
Day one for hunnit
Trap hard wit the base runners doing numbers
Take from us then you done up
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Writer: Daniel Lewis
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