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Rambo (feat. Fkbliss) Video (MV)




Performed By: Smooth Chanel
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Aditya Gurung, Diego Garcia




Smooth Chanel - Rambo (feat. Fkbliss) Lyrics
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Bitch, Imma, Kill, You
F*ck around with feds and you gone end up just like pedro
We dont smoke that reggie only gassed up off that mad dro
Sat up in a cold room, feds threatening me with life and man I still don't know
F*ck with me you f*ck with gang and all my brothers are just like Ram-F*cking-Bo
Supreme
Fendi and LV bags and I still got a long way but I'm still dreaming, yeah
One day mans gonna come back saying percs been shot and sacs passed out cold bleeding
Ain't complaining bout the struggles, but being safe nobody guaranteeing
All the bloodshed just for a couple of racks nah I aint dreaming that shits wack
Gucci
Supreme
I'm a hooligan no tripping out
Too late no skipping out
Babe get your coat we're going out
Rambo, shoot em down got ammo
Ammunition like rambo, rambo
Imma f*ck shit like skengdo, Skengdo
Imma f*ck shit like skengdo, skengdo
(Rambo, shoot em down got ammo)
(Ammunition like rambo, rambo)
(Imma f*ck shit like skengdo, Skengdo)
(Imma f*ck shit like skengdo, skengdo)
Bitch, Imma, Kill, You
F*ck around with feds and you gone end up just like pedro
We dont smoke that reggie only gassed up off that mad dro
Sat up in a cold room, feds threatening me with life and man I still don't know
F*ck with me you f*ck with gang and all my brothers are just like Ram-F*cking-Bo
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English

Bitch, Imma, Kill, You
F*ck around with feds and you gone end up just like pedro
We dont smoke that reggie only gassed up off that mad dro
Sat up in a cold room, feds threatening me with life and man I still don't know
F*ck with me you f*ck with gang and all my brothers are just like Ram-F*cking-Bo
Supreme
Fendi and LV bags and I still got a long way but I'm still dreaming, yeah
One day mans gonna come back saying percs been shot and sacs passed out cold bleeding
Ain't complaining bout the struggles, but being safe nobody guaranteeing
All the bloodshed just for a couple of racks nah I aint dreaming that shits wack
Gucci
Supreme
I'm a hooligan no tripping out
Too late no skipping out
Babe get your coat we're going out
Rambo, shoot em down got ammo
Ammunition like rambo, rambo
Imma f*ck shit like skengdo, Skengdo
Imma f*ck shit like skengdo, skengdo
(Rambo, shoot em down got ammo)
(Ammunition like rambo, rambo)
(Imma f*ck shit like skengdo, Skengdo)
(Imma f*ck shit like skengdo, skengdo)
Bitch, Imma, Kill, You
F*ck around with feds and you gone end up just like pedro
We dont smoke that reggie only gassed up off that mad dro
Sat up in a cold room, feds threatening me with life and man I still don't know
F*ck with me you f*ck with gang and all my brothers are just like Ram-F*cking-Bo
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Writer: Aditya Gurung, Diego Garcia
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